Semua Bab IN BED WITH HER : Bab 11 - Bab 16

LUKE’S P.O.V“Do you want something to drink?” Ruth asks, appearing by the door.“I’m good.”It was a slow day, slow because I spent most of it alone.Every activity went like a haze, like I wasn’t physically present for them: classes, practice, lunch.And this all happened because I decided to confess an ounce of my feelings to Dre.One minute I confessed, the next one I found myself sort of taking it back.What I said in the car...I didn’t mean it like that.Of course, I meant it like that.I want a girl like her, I want her.Telling Dre that is the nearest I’ve gotten to a confession, but like the coward I am, I took it back.It wasn’t an actual confession, but it certainly was the biggest hint I could give her.Dre got the hint, and what did she do? She turned it down immediately, made me promise her that things between us would always be the same.I knew exactly what she meant; she didn’t have to say it directly.She wants nothing more than friendship from me. She broke my heart

LUKE’S P.O.V It’s day two. Tomorrow is the last day for me to willingly meet with my Dad, lest I be forced to see him. It has also been days since I last saw Dre. I texted her yesterday, but she didn’t respond, which is unusual. I did weird her out and make things uncomfortable for us. But I’m ready to put it all aside if it means things will go back to how they were before. I’m at her front door, waiting for her to answer my call. And after a second time, she does. “Hey,” I greet nervously, “Can you open the door?” “Okay.” She sounds tired, and even looks tired when I see her. I follow her upstairs to her room. Her room is a mess, not extremely messy, just untidy. Clothes on the floor, empty snack wrappers on her bed. Her study corner, which she always keeps organised, isn’t. Something’s wrong with her. *Did the sender reach out to her?* “Dre, are you okay?” I ask, trying not to sound as anxious as I am. “I’m just sick,” she says. She’s just sic

LUKE’S P.O.VBefore I know it, Ruth captures my mouth with hers, enclosing my bottom lip whole.Her hands wrap around my neck.God, I try to pull away, I really want to— but I can’t do it.I grab her by the waist, pulling her out of the truck.She moans into my mouth, already weak in the knees.My tongue pushes past hers, and fuck does she taste good.I bite down on her lip, dragging it out, then letting go, watching it snap back into place.She growls, loving what I’m doing to her. My hand reach out, clamping around her neck and shoving her body against my truck.She cries, and I go in for her lips again.My hand runs up her toned stomach, and she feels so good. It slips under her strapless top, and I palm her breast, squeezing hard.“Fuck,” she whimpers, and I know she can handle it.She likes it rough. Every. Single. Time.I open the door to the back seat, telling her to get in, and it’s ironic because just minutes ago, I wanted the opposite.She doesn’t even settle when I rip off