All Chapters of IN BED WITH HER : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

LUKE’S P.O.VI slam the trunk shut once the last bag is tucked safely inside. My heart’s already doing that stupid, excited flip it always does when Dre and I get time like this—just the two of us.It’s usually just the two of us, but with school, SAT prep, basketball, so many things to worry about.But for the next five days, it’s going to be the two of us, with no busy schedules whatsoever.A whole romantic road trip ahead. Yes— romantic is what it’ll be because the end goal here is to make her mine.I wipe my hands on my jeans and slide into the driver’s seat, glancing over at her.“Ready?” I ask, smiling.“Yeah,” she says, pushing her sunglasses up into her hair.I start the engine, the low rumble vibrates through the car, and I pull out of the parking space.We stay quiet, staring out the windows as we drive past all the familiar houses and buildings.We even drive past school, which I know is probably empty given how early it is.I catch Dre smiling as she spots Principal Denni

LUKE’S POVMy pulse is pounding in my ears. Dre looks up at me, her lips slightly parted, and those big brown eyes wide and searching. The camera’s still in my right hand, forgotten. All I can see is her, the chocolate at the corner of her mouth that I didn't quite get, her curls wild from the wind, that soft, surprised expression that makes my chest cave in.This is it, I’ve played this moment in my head a hundred times, but nothing prepared me for how real it is going to feel.I lean in slowly, giving her that last second to pull away if she wants to. My gaze drops to her mouth. God, she’s fucking beautiful.Just as my lips are about to touch hers, Dre smoothly turns her face to the side, toward the southeast, where a few trees are lined up in a distance. Her cheek brushes the edge of my mouth instead of her lips.I freeze, hovering over her like an idiot. The rejection is painfully polite, and my stomach drops hard. Heat floods my face and neck, and for a second, I can’t move, I ca

DRE’S P.O.VThe diner was exactly how I imagined one in this part would look, it was very old-fashioned.It had the classic red vinyl booths, checked floors, and a juke box in the corner playing modern music, to my surprise, instead of the old classics I assumed they’d play.The waiters were ridiculously nice too.Our server, a middle-aged woman named Lila who wore bright red lipstick and an even brighter smile, kept calling us “you two lovebirds” no matter how many times Luke and I corrected her. She piled our table with extra onion rings, refilled our sweet tea without us having to ask, and even brought us a slice of cheesecake on the house. I couldn’t eat mine because I was too full to eat another bite of anything, so I gave my slice to Luke.By the end of the meal, we were both stuffed with huge burgers, crispy fries and milkshakes thick enough to stand a spoon in.Now we’re back on the road, listening to Luke’s playlist. The windows are all the way down, and the sky is pitch blac

LUKE’S P.O.V“Hey Luke, can you come over for a second?”Dre’s calling from the rooftop. For the second day, I plan to take her to the movies, which is just around here. I rented the entire space, so it can just be the two of us alone, but that’s not until the evening. We spent all morning in the field, eating breakfast and taking more pictures with my camera. Eventually, the sun got too intense, so we came back to the villa and decided to go for a swim in the pool.I’m inside at the mini-bar, mixing our second round of piña coladas, when she calls. I step out, balancing the two frosty glasses, the condensation already dripping down my fingers.Dre is sunbathing on a lounge chair beneath a wide umbrella. She’s in her bathing suit, the one I packed for her.“I don’t want to tan too much. Can you put sunscreen on my back?”The drinks nearly slip from my grip as she says that. I set them down carefully on the side table.She wants my hands on her—the same back I couldn’t stop staring a

DRE’S P.O.V I scramble to my feet, shoving my hands behind my back. “What are you doing?” Luke has my scarf fisted in his hands. He steps inside, then closes the door behind him. His gaze flicks from my guilty expression to the pile of his belongings, then back to me. “Luke, I was just...” The words get caught in my throat. There is no good excuse, and we both knew it. I let out a frustrated sigh. “I was looking for your pills,” I say truthfully. He comes closer, staring at my hands, which are curled up into a fist, trying to stop the shaking. “Where are your pills?” I ask him. He walks towards me, taking my hand and leading me to the bed, but I stop mid-step. “Do you have them or not?” I ask, not wanting anything other than the pills. “I don’t have them.” I nod, turning to his suitcase, which is still open on the floor. My hands shake as I fold a few of his clothes and put them back into the suitcase. “Dre, you don’t have to do that,” he says, kneeling