Loving The Traitor (A Luke Castellan Love Story)[BOOK ONE]

Chapter 15 - A Night for Coke

A Night for Coke

The night air hung heavy with the scent of adventure as Luke approached me with a mischievous grin playing on his lips. I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow inquisitively, my curiosity piqued by the gleam in his eyes.

"What's going on?" I asked, my voice tinged with equal parts excitement and apprehension.

Luke's smile widened, a glint of anticipation dancing in his gaze. "We're sneaking out of Camp Half-Blood," he declared, his words laced with a hint of rebellion.

I blinked in surprise, caught off guard by his audacity. "Okay," I replied, the corners of my lips quirking up in a wry smile. "Lead the way."

Together, we slipped past the watchful eyes of the camp, our footsteps silent against the soft earth beneath our feet. We walked in companionable silence, the darkness of the night enveloping us in its embrace as we ventured into the unknown.

It wasn't long before we stumbled upon a sleek motorcycle, its chrome gleaming in the moonlight. I couldn't help but gasp in astonishment. "Did you steal this?" I whispered; my voice tinged with disbelief.

Luke merely shrugged, a smirk playing upon his lips. "I am the son of Hermes," he quipped, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

With a sense of trepidation mingled with excitement, I climbed onto the back of the motorcycle, wrapping my arms around Luke's torso for safety—or so I told myself. But as I felt the warmth of his body against mine, I couldn't help but notice the faint blush that tinged his cheeks, a sight that made my heart flutter with a strange sense of joy.

The engine roared to life beneath us, the wind whipping through my hair as we sped off into the night. The thrill of the ride was exhilarating, the freedom of the open road stretching out before us like an endless ribbon of possibility.

We eventually found ourselves at a small convenience store, its neon lights casting a warm glow upon the deserted streets. Luke bought a twelve pack of coke, and as he handed me one, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips, I couldn't help but laugh in response. "Is this what you wanted?" I teased, the lightness of the moment washing away any lingering doubts or fears. Luke's smile was infectious, his eyes sparkling with unspoken laughter. "Yeah," he replied, his voice soft yet filled with warmth. "I ran out."

As we made our way back to Camp Half-Blood, thestars twinkling overhead like a thousand tiny beacons of hope, I couldn't helpbut feel a sense of contentment settle over me. In that fleeting moment,surrounded by the night and the gentle hum of the motorcycle beneath us, I knewthat no matter what trials lay ahead, as long as I had Luke by my side,everything would be okay...right?