Amethyst Tears (YA Paranormal Romance) (Luminescence Trilogy) Read Online Free PDF Page A

emerald eyes I knew far too well. I would have even recognized him in my dreams.
    Ha. Ha. Ha.
    If I didn’t find some form of humor in all this, I was going to lose my nerve. My legs were like Jell-O, and I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest. For reasons I couldn’t explain, this wasn’t like meeting Lukas in my dreams.
    This was more… real.
    Putting one foot in front of the other, I concentrated on each step. It was his sunny smile that finally set me somewhat at ease. That smile was familiar with those deep dimples. It would warm even the coldest of hearts. I was still anxious about what I would learn, but this was a guy I spent more time with than any other.
    This was Lukas. My best friend. The guy who knew all my secrets, every nitty, gritty detail.
    It didn’t have to be weird. I just needed to stop thinking about all the dirty laundry he knew , and I needed to stop thinking about the kiss, what it could have meant.
    Sliding into the seat across from him I gave him a sheepish grin. “Hey.”
    His smile brightened. “You’re nervous,” he commented, hitting the mark on the head.
    There he went, reminding me how well he really knew me and how little I knew him. In my dreams, I had never held back. Hmm. Now I was wondering if that had been the wise. “Yeah. I am. Is that weird?”
    “In this situation, I don’t think weird cuts it.” He had on a UNC t-shirt looking like just another college boy.
    I took a moment to study him, see if there were any differences that I could remember from my dream-version of him. He looked exactly as I could recall. A poster ad for the boy next door: sandy hair, football built and a smile as bright as the sun with the greenest eyes I’d ever seen.
    “Do you want something to drink?” he asked.
    I guess we could get to the heavy stuff in a minute. A cup of coffee just might calm my jittery nerves. “Sure. Carmel Macchiato?”
    The corners of his mouth lifted. “You would be one of those girls that drink fancy coffees I can barely pronounce. I’ll be right back.”
    I watched him stroll over to the Starbucks stand with carefree swagger. He filled out his jeans in all the right places, and was hard to ignore. I didn’t seem to be the only one who was looking. Girls turned their heads as he walked past.
    Who cou ld blame them when he aimed dreamy dimples their way? You would have to be dead to not be affected.
    Seriously, I totally shouldn’t be checking out his ass. Averting my gaze back to the table, I mentally scolded myself and fumbled with my fingers. It crossed my mind that not too long ago I was in a coffee shop with Gavin.
    The thought weighed heavily on me.
    A few minutes later Lukas set a mug in front of me, bringing me back from my trip down memory lane. I was glad to have something else to do with my hands. Wrapping them around the paper cup, I blew off a stream of steam.
    Silence stretched between us. Where did I even begin? Lucky for me, he took charge of the matter.
    Stirring a cup of black coffee he said, “So you finally figured out you have magic.”
    Glancing around the room , I realized that we were strategically placed in a far corner, remote and away from anyone eavesdropping on our conversation. Wouldn’t that have been an epic debacle? “Yep. It only took me seventeen years.” I took a huge gulp of my frothy drink.
    Heaven.
    He chuckled low.
    “How is it that we practically live in the same city and have never run into each other before?” I asked what had to be on both our minds.
    Shrugging, he causally stretched his legs out under the table so they just touched mine. I couldn’t tell if it was deliberate or not. “Honesty, I haven’t got a clue. It’s been running through my head since the market. I knew you were out there, I just–”
    “How?” I interrupted. “How did you know that I wasn’t just a dream?”
    His eyes danced at my confusion. “Because we have more than just dream sharing in common. I’m like you