Every night. Every single night. Not that Brooke Davis minded, she slipped on her clothes and looked over at the boy laying on the bed, asleep. 'Oh, Luke.' She thought, and leaned over to kiss his cheek. A light smile graced his dazed face. It had been maybe a week or so since Lindsay had abandoned him at the alter. He had been out getting drunk every night, and the first night, he knew better than to drive home, and Brooke was his most recent call, so he asked her to come drive him home, and it became a nightly thing. But what also happened that first night, they slept together, something that hadn't happened in a long time, but they both missed the other's touch.
Brooke walked into Tric, looking for the drunk guy who'd called for a ride. She spotted him at the bar, downing another shot. "Come on, Rockstar." Brooke said, taking a seat on the barstool next to him, "Time to head home." He nodded his head in agreement and they both stood up, Lucas staggering. Brooke grabbed his arm to steady him. The two exited the bar and somehow managed to get to the car. Brooke got Lucas in, with very little help from him.
"If you throw up in my car, you're walking home." Brooke said, climbing into the driver's seat. Lucas let out a faded laugh, "I'll keep that in mind." And Brooke was quite pleased that Lucas did not throw up. The boy could hold his liquor though, as she remembered from high school, she was no slouch herself. "You know, Brooke, I miss us." He gave her a suggestive look, "You're single right?" Brooke wasn't sure if she should smile or be a little shocked. "Lucas Scott! I-" She didn't even know what to say. He leaned over and started kissing her neck. Brooke closed her eyes, unable to fathom how great it felt, thankfully the streets were dead and the light was red. "Luke..." He stopped, and smiled, leaning back in his seat. She proceeded to his house and when they arrived, she helped him indoors, and set him on the bed.
"Haven't we been here before, Brooke Davis? Just like New York." Luke said, smiling. Brooke faced him, he wasn't sitting on the bed anymore, he was standing inches from her. His hands found her waist. "Kiss me." He whispered, she wished she could resist him, but she couldn't. They leaned into each other and began kissing. Memories of before flooded back, high school, New York, the parties, their friendship, their romance, they couldn't deny the passion between them. Clothes were being stripped off, they'd made their way to the bed, but they took things slow, increasing the passion, staring into each other's eyes. That night they didn't have sex, they made love, the way they used too. Brooke stayed over that night, with the boy she'd always loved.