All Chapters of IN BED WITH HER : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LUKE’S P.O.V"Where’s Dre?”I don’t bother looking up. I’d recognise that voice anywhere.Ruth drops into the seat across from Ian and me.Her huge stripper boobs that can barely fit into her top bounce as she sits.Ian’s fingers pause over his keyboard for half a second.His eyes stare at the pair longer than they should before he forces himself back to his screen.I lean back in my chair, unimpressed.“Why do you care?” I ask, my tone flat.Ruth scoffs, completely ignoring me. Her attention shifts to Ian instead.“Hey, Ian,” she says sweetly. “Have you seen Dre?”Ian hesitates, glancing at me like he’s asking for permission.“You don’t need to answer her,” I mutter.*He does anyway.“No… I haven’t seen her.”Ruth’s lips press into a small frown before her eyes slide back to me.That’s when I notice it, her sling is gone, and her wrist is bare.I exhale sharply. “Where’s your sling?”Her head tilts, expression sharpening.“Why do you care?” She shoots back.“You’re supposed to have

LUKE’S P.O.VThe door opens, and Ruth stands in front of me, smiling brightly.My eyes drag over her slowly.Her blonde hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, a few soft strands framing her face and drawing attention to those baby-blue eyes—the same shade as the mini sundress she wore.The dress hugged her lightly, the soft fabric resting below her shoulders, leaving them bare. A delicate pearly white necklace that caught the faint glow of the sun.Matching earrings glinted subtly at her ears, and a bracelet circled her wrist—small details, but impossible to ignore.The dress fell just enough to draw the eye without trying too hard, and below it, her dainty white shoes mirrored the small purse resting by her side.“Do you like how I’m dressed?” She asks shyly.I smile, “I really do.”Ruth smiles proudly, stretching out her hand for me to hold her.“I like your clothes too,” she replies as her fingers intertwine with mine.“How’s your arm? Better?”Ruth nods. “Much better.”I walk

LUKE’S P.O.VI wake up first.Dre is still curled up beside me, the blanket pulled all the way over her head. My chest tightens just looking at her.Gently, I tug the blanket down, careful not to wake her.Her face is pale, her eyes puffy and swollen from crying all night—before I got here, and long after I climbed into her bed to hold her. I managed to get her to sleep eventually, but she kept waking up in my arms, body shaking with fresh sobs. I press the back of my hand to her neck. Her skin is burning up. She’s caught a fever from all that crying and pain.I peel the rest of the blanket off her slowly, not wanting her to overheat. My eyes trace the curve of her body in that thin tank top and tiny sleep shorts, and even now—messed up, heartbroken, feverish—she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.I grab her phone. The alarm is about to go off. Without hesitation, I type in her password and switch it off. She’s not going anywhere today. Not to school or to think about tha

DRE’S P.O.V“Andrea,” TJ calls a second time.My mouth opens, but no words come out.“Are you okay?”My brain finally catches up, and I straighten.“I’m fine,” I mutter, turning back to Luke’s locker and frantically rummaging for his keys.“I heard what happened,” TJ starts. “I’m sorry—”“Please stop, TJ,” I cut in rudely.He’s the last person I want pity from. He cheated on me, too, just like Nate. They’re all the same.I dig deeper into the locker, searching frantically, but the keys aren’t here.With a frustrated sigh, I slam the door shut and turn to face him. He’s still standing there, eyes soft in that way that used to make me melt. Not anymore.“I really need to talk to you, Andrea,” he says quietly.“Well, I don’t want to talk.”I try to brush past him, already pulling out my phone to text Luke to get his own damn keys. But TJ steps closer.“Please,” he begs, reaching for my arm, but I snatch it away just in time.“I said no,” I say, stopping in front of him. “I don’t ever, ev

LUKE’S P.O.V Dre sits cross-legged on the floor opposite me, scribbling in a notebook while she does homework. The medication had finally settled her, leaving her calmer and more focused than I’d seen in days. “Can you pass me my glasses on the table?” She asks, pointing toward the table without looking up. “I’m tired of squinting my eyes.” I look at the table, then back at her. “I don’t feel like getting up,” I say, already comfortable at where I am. “Please, Luke.” I smirk forms on my lips. “I like it when you beg.” Dre rolls her eyes. “So are you going to get it or not?” I sigh dramatically, pushing myself up. On her desk, the glasses sit neatly on top of a stack of books. By the time I turn back with them, Dre’s pulling off the oversized white hoodie she’d worn all day. Underneath is a thin, strapless top that has slipped dangerously low. Her breasts are practically spilling out. The soft fabric stretches tightly, slightly sheer. I stop mid-step, ey