The sunlight was warm against my skin as I stepped out of the school. There wasn't hardly anyone roaming around the campus since it was Spring Break. Everyone usually went home during this time. I did too but not this year. I had way too many finals and tests to study for, and I knew I wouldn't get any privacy with some of my siblings home. I really wanted to see them, but I knew my school career was very important since I was a senior.

I wished Charlotte stayed at the school, but she went on a vacation with Paul. For the past couple of days, they sent me daily pictures of whatever they were doing. I was a little jealous of their carefree natures, but I felt bad after thinking that. I knew Charlotte was already accepted into her favorite college, so she didn't have to worry about that. I hadn't gotten a response from any of the colleges I sent applications to.

My feet carried me to Coffee Grounds as I glanced down at my phone. Drake had sent a text but what my eyes focused on was an email. I stopped in my tracks, clicking on it. My eyes traveled down the phone and my heart stopped. I got into my top school! I couldn't believe it! I let out a happy whoop and started walking again. I actually couldn't believe that I made it into my favorite school. There must be some kind of coincidence because I normally didn't get what I wanted.

I guess a coffee break was a good idea because I wouldn't have seen that email until later. Happiness flooded through my body, and there was a permanent smile on my face. Nothing could get my spirits down now.

My day got even better. Drake sat at a double table, his head buried into a book. I sneaked up behind him and placed my hands over his eyes. His laughter warmed my whole body.

"I wonder who this is?" he said with a chuckle.

"No idea."

"You sound happy."

"I am," I said, taking my hands away. I slid into the seat in front of him, pulling my phone out. I showed him the email, grinning as wide as I could. "I got into my top school!"

"Congrats, Luna!" Drake said, smiling. He handed my phone back to me, so I set it down on the table. "I knew you could do it."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You're incredibly smart."

The tips of my ears burned, and I was glad that my short blonde hair covered them. "Thanks."

"So," Drake said, shutting his book, "what led you here? Because I did text you, but I saw that you didn't even look at it."

"Sorry about that," I said, laughing. "I was really excited for that email. I came here because I needed a coffee break. I've been studying for days for many different tests I have coming up."

"That's why you didn't go home." He gave me a small smile. "Did you not want to be distracted by your siblings?"

"Correct!"

"You'd rather be distracted by me?" He placed his hands over his chest. "I'm honored, Luna."

I shook my head, laughing. "My Lord, boy. I didn't even know you were here."

He took a sip of his coffee, shrugging. "Do you want some of this?" I grabbed the cup out of his hand without answering him, taking a sip. "I'll take that as a yes."

The coffee was rich and warm, which was a stark contrast to what I like. However, it was pretty good, so I continued to drink it. "Don't worry. I'll pay you back for this."

"You don't have to," Drake said, shaking his head. His dark locks fell into his eyes, so I brushed them out of the way. He smiled at me. "You being here is enough."

"You, sir, are flirtatious," I said, rolling my eyes. "I've never liked a guy like you."

"Is that a bad thing?"

I thought about it for a second, tapping my chin. "No."

"For a second there," Drake said, "I thought you'd say yes."

I grabbed his hand with mine, interlacing our fingers. "Nope. You're pretty cool."

"Hey! I think I'm more than cool."

"I'm not so sure about that."

He went silent, staring at me. I gave him a quick grin before standing up, pulling him out of the seat. "What are you doing, Luna?"

"I'm taking you to a secret place." I allowed Drake to grab his book while I held his cup of coffee. I kept his hand in mine, tugging him out of the coffee shop. "It's on the campus, so we aren't going very far."

"That sounds ominous." I glanced back at him and saw his face passive. "I'm not going to be killed, am I?"

Laughter bubbled out of my lips. No one has ever made me laugh this much in one day, and the laughter left a warm feeling in my stomach. "Does it look like I'm a killer?"

"I don't know," he said, and I felt him shrug. "There's no one out here, so you have the perfect opportunity to."

"God, Drake, I'm not going to kill you."

"Then what are you doing?"

"Taking you to a secret place!" I slowed down, and Drake fell into step with me. I spotted the hidden entrance to the garden and pulled him toward it. "I found it a year ago."

"Found what?"

"It's a secret," I said, sending him a grin. "I hope you'll like it."

"If you do, I probably will." His smile sent butterflies racing in my stomach. "As long as it doesn't kill me."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't think it'll kill you, Drake." Slowing down even more, I looked over at him. "Only Charlotte and I know about this place."

"Man," Drake said, shaking his head. "I'm a lucky guy."

"You sure are," I said, squeezing his hand. "I really want this kept between the three of us, though."

He nodded, his face lighting up as we passed through the gate. Drake stopped, staring at my secret garden. He looked around the place, looking delighted. "How'd you find this place?"

"I don't remember," I said, shrugging. "But I'm glad I did find it."

For the next couple of minutes, I explained to him what all the flowers were. Since I spent quite a bit of time here, I made sure I knew the names of all the flowers. Sometimes I even watered them when they looked dry. Drake plopped down at the table, a smile on his face. "This place is like a dream."

"Right? What's your favorite flower?"

Drake glanced at me and frowned. "No one's ever asked me that before."

"I figured," I said, nodding. "Most guys aren't asked that question because it's not manly or whatever."

He nodded, leaning back in the chair. "I'm not really sure. I've always liked chrysanthemums."

I pointed to the flower heart and said, "I love them too. They are in that floral arrangement over there." Drake stood up and plucked a flower from the heart. He walked back over to me, brushing my hair away from my ear. The flower sat perfectly behind my ear, and Drake kept his hand where it was. He rubbed my cheek, and I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes. "Drake . . ."

"I really am a lucky guy," he said softly. "I mean, look at you. If this place is a dream, then you're heaven."

I smiled, opening my eyes. "That's the nicest thing a guy has ever said about me." I grabbed the hand on my cheek, bringing it down. Instead, I stood up and threw my arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around my waist, setting his chin on my shoulder. "I'm a lucky girl, too."

"I want to apologize for being rude months ago," he suddenly said. "You constantly talking to me on the campus scared me. I didn't want to get close to another person because I was afraid something would take them away from me."

"It's okay," I whispered. "I know now that it wasn't your fault."

He squeezed me tightly, and I buried my head in his chest. I could feel his heart racing underneath his T-shirt. "Thank you for taking me here."

"You're welcome."

We stayed in that position for the longest time. I was in heaven.