"Are you ready for a surfing lesson, Lovely Lana?" Brennan asked while cutting the tension that hung in the air.

Lana looked hesitant and I knew it was because of me.

"I'm going to stay here with Ella," Lana quickly told him "You just go ahead without us."

"No." I argued, turning to face her "You should go with him."

"Ella?" Lana's voice grew quiet when she spoke to me "Are you sure?"

I nodded with a falsely confident smile.

Lana still did look convinced, but it was too late because Brennan walked over and took her hand. He led her towards the water and helped her onto his board as they reached the ocean.

Stone was standing with his surfboard under his arm while he watched me fixedly.

I ignored his attentive eye and placed my beach towel down on the sand.

A tattooed hand touched mine before I could sit down. The electric-like feeling in the spot of my skin where he had touched made me stop moving.

The large skull-tattooed hand enveloped my own as his whole palm wrapped around my hand.

My attention went to behind him where he had left his surfboard in the sand. I then glanced down at the heated touch that had swallowed my small hand.

I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

"We are going for a walk." He ordered rather than asked while he kept his hand on mine.

I did not argue with him. I pulled my hand away from his gently so I could pick up my towel and place it back in my bag.

I had no idea how he knew I needed to leave. I stared up at him in shock as he waited for me to walk in front.

Stone stayed right by my side as we turned onto the path right next to the beach. His head remained directed downwards so he could keep his eyes fixed on my smaller frame.

He never spoke as we began our walk along the promenade. His eyes were set down on me and his jaw was ticking continuously. He looked far too concentrated on watching me to speak.

I started to fill the silence by blabbering. I talked about anything and everything. I voiced everything that came to mind.

For a whole hour, I shared my theories about the universe with him. I spoke about everything from aliens to Russian dynasties. From theories about assassinations of famous presidents to the origin of the world itself, I told him almost every single theory that I had ever had.

His attention on me never faulted at all during the time of my theory-telling. It never strayed once. It remained steady.

He listened like he was genuinely interested in every single syllable that left my mouth. He listened intently and keenly because he never spoke once during my rant. He only sent me a little smirk at the wildest parts.