He chuckled and shook his head with a hint of a smile.

I looked down at our entwined hands and what I saw on his hand made me gasp. I yanked his hand with the bloodied and bruised knuckles closer to my face so I could inspect them.

"What happened to your knuckles?" I rushed over my words and glared at the bruises "Do they hurt?"

Stone tried to remain serious as I glared at him for hurting himself but I could see the smirk fighting to take over his face.

"Yes." He spoke as his lip twitched "They hurt."

"Are you lying to me?" I asked as I dropped his hand hesitantly.

"Yes." He replied and scowled as I pulled my hand away from him.

The moment where we were both so close and so interested in looking at each other's mouths was far too intimate for my liking so I stood up and pulled at my dress as I did so.

Remembering that Lana was in the car with her parents that were waiting for me so they could get to the airport gave me enough strength to pull away.

I had finally convinced both of them and Lana that I was fully up for the party that she was throwing.

"I can't do this, Lurch." I crossed my arms over me because I started to feel a bitter chill in the air as I spoke.

"We do not have to talk about this right now." He told me strictly.

I looked at him as he sat on the bench with slumped shoulders and his head hanging low and fought the urge to crawl on his lap and cuddle him.

I shook my head and argued, "We do have to talk about this."

"I will change your mind." He spoke determinedly as if my fate had already been sealed "No matter how long it takes."

There was nothing to say so I turned on my heel and headed in the direction of the main gate of the cemetery.

From behind me, I could hear the sound of rustling leaves and the sound of a rumbling that most likely came from a huge chest.

My feet came to a stop at the corner of the road where Lana's parents' car should have been.

It was not there. Instead was a very familiar motorbike.

Ignoring the presence behind me, I fetched my phone out of my bra and angrily tapped my phone.

The phone rang as I brought it to my ear and waited for Lana to pick up.

"Leaving me in a graveyard?" I tutted into the phone "What kind of low-budget horror film move is this supposed to be?"

"I had to get back to the house to get suitcases. Mom and dad's flight is in a few hours." She gave as an excuse.

"Why don't I believe you?" I rebutted.

"I know that you need him." Lana delivered gently "Stop running because you are scared."