Dreamers (The Dreamers Series) Read Online Free Page A

shallow breaths.
    “What do you want?” I gently nibble my bottom lip, watching as her face twists in complete pleasurable pain.
    “Kiss me—hard,” she whispers.
    I wet my lips with my tongue, ready to give her what she needs—what I want.
    ***
    I’m suddenly torn from my daydream as the overhead bulbs flash with a buzz of electricity, smothering out any light like a dark blanket.
    I spring from the shower stall, clumsily slipping on wet feet in my hasty escape from the bathroom. My shoulder slams into the freezing tile as I hit the floor with all my weight, causing a rippling boom throughout the entire apartment.
    I peel myself off the floor, examining my aching shoulder by lifting and twirling my arm. It’s bruising already, but thankfully nothing feels broken—aside from my pride. I collapse on my bed, planting my face in my hands, laughing out loud.
    “A twenty-two year old—scared of the dark? Pathetic,” I speak to myself.
    A brisk knock at the door startles me.
    “Are you okay, Syd? It sounded like you knocked the bottom out of the floor,” Heather calls from outside the door.
    “Uh…yeah, I just slipped.”
    “Oh my god, are you sure you’re okay?” The door opens without warning and she rushes to the side of the bed. Her face goes white as she realizes there is nothing covering me, other than my skin.
    “Heather!” I screech, grasping for the comforter which is trapped halfway underneath my legs. I wrestle to cover the intimate parts that are exposed—essentially everything.
    “Shit!” She turns and slamming the door behind her. “I’m so sorry.”
    “It’s fine. Really it’s…no big…um—I will be out in a sec, okay?” I stammer.
    I can feel the heat rising off her cheeks from here, easily assuming she must be even more mortified than I am.
    “Next time you try to save me from killing myself, you might try knocking.”
    “I don’t know what to say…damn it.” Her apologetic tone is dripping with horror. “If it makes you feel any better, I think I’m having heart palpitations.”
    “Yeah, I’m sure you are.”
    “In case you didn’t know, your door has a lock.”
    “Well, in case you didn’t know when a door is closed it usually for a reason,” I sass right back.
    “Noted.”
    ***
    The rest of the morning flies by as we walk the streets of Atlanta, enjoying the cool breeze and historic value of the city. Living in Atlantic Station certainly seems to have its advantages. Everything is within walking distance—food, shopping, art, and absolutely no shortage of entertainment. After a stroll around the shopping area, Heather takes me to the Bodies exhibit. She’s already seen it, but she thought I may enjoy it, and she was right, it’s great. I’ll admit it’s fascinating seeing the human body in its rawest form—literally. One might think that seeing human bodies beneath the skin might deter your appetite—certainly not the case for me. I was starving by the time the tour was over—even joking with Heather on how the muscle of the bodies was making my mouth water because it looked like ham. She scowled of course, but I thought it was pretty darn funny.
    “I’m ready for that Greek salad. How about you?” I ask as my stomach growls.
    “As long as there is feta cheese on that salad, I will never be ready for one; but I could definitely eat.”
    “What do you have against feta cheese? It’s good.”
    “It should be called feet-a cheese. It smells like dirty gym socks. Not my idea of delicious, sorry.”
    “To each his own, I suppose.”
    I realize that Athena’s Grill is literally a three minute walk from the apartment, which I love, since Greek is something I could eat absolutely every day.
    I order the large Greek salad with extra feta and an iced tea. Heather orders a Gyro and fries with a Coke.
    As we settle into our meal, I decide it’s time for her to fulfill the set conditions. I want answers.
    “So, what happened last night? Why were you so