I Carry Your Heart (Heart Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

through the door.
    “Anytime, hope to see more of your pretty face around college.” His hand gently brushed a strand of hair away from my face. His fingers grazed against my skin, as his eyes lingered looking deep into mine.
    Oh god.
    I inwardly shivered, breaking the contact.
    I hoped not.
    I gave him one last smile of gratitude, as I swung the door open. It came out more forced than sincere. He smiled walking backwards, and saluted me before he headed on his merry way.
    Once inside I noticed the room was heaving and filling up fast. There were a number of empty seats dotted around, but I headed for the back. Hoping to lurk amongst the shadows, where there would be less chance of being noticed.
    I caught a few people’s eyes walking up. Their welcoming smiles appeared warm and friendly, where mine in return were more of a grimace. I never did do well around anyone new, my awkward side always managed to make an unwelcoming appearance.
    The lecture began and judging by the amount of handouts we’d been given, it was going to be a long and tedious morning. Luckily for me I’d planned ahead, I liked to prepare for these inevitable situations.
    Pulling out my notebook and Ipod, I discretely slipped in my earphones. The inane chatter was soon replaced with the rockier tones of Nirvana. I retrieved my emergency bag of skittles from my bag, for a much needed energy boost. They were my only chance of surviving this long morning.
    The moment my pencil hit the paper, my mind instantly wandered. Going back to that moment, with just Joel and the towel.
    That damn towel.
    I cursed it to hell, for concealing the part of him that held the most intrigue.
    I shifted uneasily in my seat, imagining if the towel had in fact slipped. I smiled at my not so innocent thoughts. I had thought about removing it, believe me it would have answered a lot of questions.
    I licked my lips, feeling the heat spread throughout my body. The mere thought of a naked Joel made me want to lose all control. I glanced down at my mindless doodling, to find I’d subconsciously scribbled Joel’s name like a hundred times.
    What the hell?
    I ripped the page out in disgust and screwed it up into a ball, tossing it in the bin. I turned to the next empty page, and began sketching the guy sitting in the row in front of me, to my right. He was providing the perfect side profile, and the fact he was a dead ringer for Edward Cullen, only intrigued me to draw him even more.
    The bell rang signalling lunch and I suddenly felt a shadow cast over me. I shifted slightly in my seat, only to find a pair of prying eyes peering over my shoulder.
    “Hey, that’s really good,” he remarked from behind. His warm breath tickled against my cheek, as I breathed in his delicious scent.
    “Thanks,” I replied smiling. I was rather proud of my morning’s handiwork. I’d really managed to capture his good side.
    I quickly closed the pad and slipped it back into my bag, before the Edward Cullen wannabe noticed. I didn’t wish to be known as a stalker on my first day of college, no one ever shook that kind of label.
    “He does have that sexy Edward Cullen vibe about him, wonder if he bites? I hope so.” He chuckled.
    I turned to see his face was lit up in amusement, as he continued mindlessly staring at the Edward wannabe. He licked his lips, like he was imagining the very thought. I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d be the one doing the biting. I chuckled at the very idea. He really was a good-looking guy, but it was pretty obvious by the way he was mentally undressing the Edward muse he was gay.
    Typical.
    His sandy coloured hair was styled into a meticulously perfect quiff. I could tell from that alone he was a perfectionist. His large, brown eyes sparkled with mischief and I smiled, wondering what kind of trouble he had in store.
    He was about 6 ft tall and broad. He wasn’t as big as Joel muscle wise but he was clearly defined. Just by looking at him, I could see he had a