Just Breathe (Blue #1) Read Online Free PDF

subjected to this shopping trip or if I’m having hot flashes from thinking of seeing him again. Either way, I know I’m spending too much time thinking about him, which isn’t good.
    I begin pacing in circles in front of my mirror, occasionally looking up at my reflection. There’s no room in my life for a boyfriend and the drama of having one. I stop dead in my tracks after that last thought and stare at myself, making sure I got that point drilled in. “I have no time for this nonsense.” Maybe I’m the one who is teetering on the edge of insanity and not Dar after all. “I give up,” I mumble under my breath and head to the living room before I tumble into another panic attack.
    “Okay,” I call to Dar to get her attention. “I’m ready, but definitely not willing.” She drops her shoe to the floor and whips her head around so fast I’m afraid she may break her neck.
    “Uh, Cass, I know you haven’t gotten laid in a while, but I don’t think you need to wear that.” She scratches her temple. “I wouldn’t be caught dead in most of your clothes, but damn…I’m sure you could have found something better than that. You know, at least cover up your goodies.” Her voice squeaks as she says the last word.
    Nervously, I run my hands down the front of my pants. “Huh? What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” I look down at my outfit. “Sure, I’m not runway ready, but I thought this was cute.”
    Dar looks like she is on the verge of hysterical laughter, instantly causing me to question my choice. Trying to figure out what I did to deserve the look on her face, I do a once-over of my clothes.
    Shirt, check.
    Pants, check.
    Black flats, check, check.
    Her remark about my ‘goodies’ hits me like a ton of bricks. I don’t know why I didn’t get it when she said it in the first place. I stretch out my see-through shirt and mutter, “Shit.”
    Dar wails with laughter while I hide my face in my palms. This is all Lucas’ fault. If I hadn’t been thinking about him, I would have been able to dress myself properly. Apparently, I put on my shirt without remembering that I needed my camisole underneath the sheer blouse. A fluorescent pink lacy bra staring back at us is all I can see. Shoot me now! My face turns crimson, and without another word, I stomp off to my room.
    I pick up the form-fitting teal cami with lace trim and slip it on. Wearing two shirts together makes an accent of teal and lace peek out above and below my shirt. I walk out of my room and strike a pose. “There, now I’m ready.”
    Dar slides on her shoes and stands up, shaking her little ass. “Aw, snap.” She clicks her fingers. “It’s time for a sexy party!” Then, she runs across the living room and turns on the radio. “I took my happy pills, so c’mon, hot stuff. Let’s dance.” We both hop onto the cushions of the couch and start moving our bodies to the song.
    Dar is attempting to do the robot. She could never do it quite right. I’ve made an effort to teach her how to dance for years, but her movements are too rigid and forced to ever look like dancing. It’s almost as if her muscles are tightening to the point of pain and then sporadically releasing on their own. The song ends. While laughing at her, I go turn down the volume. “Phew! I’m thirsty,” I say, catching my breath. “You want something?”
    “Oh, I sure do, but you have the wrong anatomy to give it to me.” She hops down off the couch and shakes her hips in my direction. “I’m so happy Hunter will be home soon.” I grab some water out of the fridge and toss it over to her as she takes a seat on the cushion.
    Hunter and Dar dated for three years before getting engaged. They will celebrate one year of engagement in December. Hunter is the only person with whom I’ve ever known Dar to be serious.
    “Cass, I’m glad you decided against baring it all. I was really starting to question your morals.” She peeks over the breakfast bar from the