"You are trying to leave me." Stone growled before sending me a look of dark promise my way "Trying being the key word of that sentence. Your reason is not good enough. I am not leaving. I will never leave you. I do not care how many times I have to say it until you get it into that beautiful head of yours. I am not going anywhere."

"It does not matter." I mentioned, "After tomorrow at midnight, it will not matter."

He moved back and shock clouded his defined features as he asked "You really thought that I was just going to give up after that? And what? Walk away?"

My eyes widened as I argued "You said it yourself. A bet is a bet."

"You still have not gave me a good enough reason!"

"I just did!" I rebutted but my voice was weak.

"No. You did not." He grumbled before his voice grew deeper and his expression contorted to hurt "Did you really think that I was just going to give up after tomorrow?"

I could feel my eyes start to water again so I tried to focus on something else. Nothing worked. Every corner of my room was filled with him. All walls were coloured in that certain shade of green.

"I am really tired." I said as I stood up and left him kneeling on the floor.

He stood up too and his arms went out like he wanted to reach for me. He restrained himself and made tight fists at his side.

"I will take the sofa." He told me before taking a last long look my way and then leaving the room "If you need anything at all then just tell me."

Changing into my pyjama shorts and tank top, I started to feel a little off-balance and suspected that taking two of the pills Mrs Lewis warned me not to was not such a good idea.

I pulled back the sheets and got inside the bed. I pushed down the feeling of emptiness.

I did not lie to Stone. I was tired. Yet as I laid on my bed, I was wide awake. I tried switching position on the mattress but nothing worked. I let my arm stretch out as I reached for something that was not there.

Huffing, I jumped up from the bed and sauntered through to the kitchen in a desperate exigency to be in his arms.

Stone was leaning haunched over on the kitchen counter, gripping the edge of the marble countertop with his veiny hands. He had taken off his wet shirt because he only stood in his jeans.

He only noticed that I was in the room when I made my way over to him and wrapped my arms around his middle. I rested my cheek on his bare back.

"Come to bed." I pleaded.