Teach Me To Live (Teach Me - Book One) Read Online Free PDF

know what that meant, but I knew I wanted it.
    I wanted to live.
    Wanted was probably the wrong word. Ached was more appropriate. I ached in the deepest crevice of my heart, the marrow of my bone, the core of my soul, to begin living. I was tired of breathing day in and day out. I was tired of conforming to what my parent’s and society believed was appropriate. What about the things my heart desired? What about the dreams that called to my soul? What about the cravings I had yet to taste?
    I was a creature of predictable routine. I was a creature of right and wrong, black and white, good and bad. There was no middle ground in my world. There was no gray.
    I ached for middle ground and I had a sense that the man with the intense blue eyes, that taunted danger of the unknown, could be that ground for me.
    Before I knew it, I’d parked my SUV outside the coffee house. Staring into the glass of the windows at the reflection of my white car, I suddenly wondered what I was doing. I mean, what in the freaking world was I doing? I didn’t know this man from freaking Adam. And yet here I was.
    A moan fell from my lips as I dipped my forehead to the steering wheel. Closing my eyes, I breathed in and out. And then I breathed in again, before releasing slow and steady. The Internet said to take deep calming breaths when faced with the looming threat of an anxiety attack. So that was what I was doing.
    Deep breath in.
    Slow breath out.
    Deep breath in . . .
    Knock. Knock, knock, knock.
    I flinched into an upright position in my seat. I was startled by the intensity of the blue orbs staring down at me. The man I’d run to had found me. He was standing outside the driver’s door of my car, looking down at me with a grim expression painted to his, well, handsome features.
    Actually, I’m not sure if I would describe him as handsome per say. The onyx of his hair had a tinge of brown now that he was standing beneath the warm sun and his skin was deeply tanned. He wore a black leather jacket with a black t-shirt and jeans. Before I knew what I was looking for I found myself searching for the size matters belt buckle. It wasn’t there. Instead, it had been replaced by another buckle. This one looked like some Celtic design.
    I watched transfixed as he raised his hand again to tap his knuckle against my window. As a blush rose into my cheeks I rolled down my window. “Hi.”
    I seriously didn’t know what it was about the man that made me blush. Really, I wasn’t that much of a girl to fall into the blushing beauty category for teens.
    “You planning on hiding out in your car all day?” He leaned down to rest his colorful forearms on the now open ledge of my window. “It’s cool if you are, but I have this thing I was planning on doing today.”
    Oh, my goodness, he was busy and I’d called him bawling my eyes out for rescue.
    “Oh, you’re busy,” I felt that stupid red in my cheeks burn even hotter. Seriously, I was in danger of melting. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you.”
    “You’re not,” he cocked a grin.
    “But I thought you just said you have things to do?”
    “I do.”
    I shook my head. “I’m lost.”
    He shrugged. “I was planning on bringing you along with me if you don’t mind?”
    “Oh.”
    “Well?” He raised his brows.
    “Well, what?” I scrunched my nose, irritated that I was having difficulty following what was obviously a clear conversation for him.
    “You down with joining me today?”
    “What are you doing?”
    “Nothing illegal,” he winked and I felt my eyes bug.
    “Are you joking?” I ran my hand nervously through my long hair. “Tell me you’re being funny.”
    “I said nothing illegal,” he reiterated, laughing. My goodness, he had a beautiful sounding laugh. It was positively delicious and happy. “You coming?”
    I shook myself clear of his laugh before stating. “The fact that you even had to clarify that you weren’t doing anything illegal is ground to make me