Dreamers (The Dreamers Series) Read Online Free

dream, right?” Pink floods her cheeks and her eyes have suddenly taken interest in her Nike’s.
    “Yeah, okay.” I giggle, bouncing back to the bathroom to grab a quick shower. Last night’s events are erased, and I’m looking forward to a fun filled day with my best friend in the world.
    ***
    This bathroom is so much more than I ever hoped for in a two bedroom apartment, complete with a jetted garden tub, separate walk-in shower, and tiled top to bottom with beautiful clay colored ceramic. It’s gorgeous, just like the rest of the apartment. I imagine Heather must have laid some big money down for this place.
    I spot a basket on the vanity, something I know for certain was not there when I brushed my teeth this morning. I walk over, peering inside to explore the contents.
    “Pear Berry!” I excitedly pluck a bottle of my favorite body soap from the basket. It is accompanied by the matching lotion and body spray. This scent has been discontinued for at least three years and is virtually impossible to find. I dig the card from the bottom of the basket.
    I originally bought this as a welcome gift.
It is now an “I’m sorry” gift.

I know how much you love Pear Berry, so I searched until I found it.
Sorry for being a douchebag.
I hope this brings a smile to your beautiful face.
I love you, Kid.
    -Heather
    An enormous smile infects my entire being, lighting me up from the inside out. I couldn’t think of a more thoughtful, beautiful person.
    ***
    Steam from the scalding water fills the bathroom, fogging the mirror from corner to corner. I undress slowly, taking the time to relax my muscles as the water heats to full temp. As I step in I momentarily pull back from the sting, wincing and enjoying the heat, simultaneously. I breathe the delicious mist into my lungs, exhaling slowly.
    Again, Heather pops into my head, standing there in her tight t-shirt, hair wet—so sexy.
    Until now I’ve never considered how she might be as a partner, like—romantically. I wonder if she’s sweet, or maybe she’s dominant and controlling. Funny enough, I can see both roles suiting her.
    I’ve wondered occasionally what it would be like to be with a girl. Personally, I imagine it would be an awkwardly unnatural experience, unless it was with Heather, of course. I don’t know, just to try it out once, live the experience—say I’ve been there and done that. Would I actually have the balls to kiss her, or possibly even more? I ponder the thought casually, as I pour creamy shampoo into my palm, lathering it through my long auburn hair.
    I inhale the beautiful gift of Pear Berry, as it absorbs into my skin, captured by the scalding waterfall pounding against my shoulders.
    I close my eyes and drift into an unexpected, but not entirely unwelcomed, daydream.
    ***
    The door opens; it’s Heather. I can’t see her, but I know.
    She stands outside the shower curtain, breathing heavily as she calls my name.
    The tone of her voice says she’s not calling me. She’s asking for permission.
    “Yes?” I whisper, unsure.
    The curtain parts slowly, unveiling her. She leans arrogantly against the wall, watching me with passionate eyes.
    I’ve never seen her this way before. She’s sexy, seductive—needy. There is no desperation or insecurity. She knows exactly what she wants.
    Her eyes close slowly as she is breathes me in, savoring the scent she so lovingly gifted to me. The magnetism pulls us closer. Her eyes are scorching, like liquefied chocolate. They scan upward slowly, then down, at an even more agonizingly slow pace. Whatever she sees, she likes. A look of need paints her bronze face, as she pulls closer. Her cheeks are hot red; her lips, wet and warm. I watch silently, as my own breathing quickens. I can’t break eye contact, and wouldn’t if I could. I’m captured in this moment—surrendered to this moment.
    “Closer,” I demand.
    Her face inches toward me teasingly, her lips so close to mine I can feel the desire in her