Free Purple Haze (Blue Dream Book 2) by Unknown Page A

exhausted. I should be ready to go home and pass the hell out, yet I have more energy whirring through my system than logically makes sense. It's similar to having a perfect hit of blow bounce around your bloodstream. You're excited. You feel invincible. You feel like you can conquer anything and everything the world wants to fucking throw at you with no real concern for consequence. How could there be a down side to having Presley Morrison, the original drug, back in my system? Hell, being inside her took me to the level of high you get on the borderline of overdosing. The one you get from touching the tail end of the dragon. It should scare the hell out of me, but I meant what I said yesterday. I've never been more fucking sure of anything in my life. I belong with her. Whatever that means.
     
    The voice from the other room sounds familiar and prompts me to lean the broom against the wall to check. My face appears around the door giving me a view of my favorite drug in a loose black skirt and white button up top. She looks stronger than the slightly nerdy girl I fell in love with. There's a hardened edge to the softness. Guilt grabs my vocal chords as I realize it's probably from me.
     
    “You sure Ryder is who you're looking for?” Mike says with a hint of flirtation in his voice.
     
    “I'm sure,” she giggles, eyes spotting me seconds after. “I'm...absolutely sure.”
     
    Such certainty in declaration swells my chest to the brink of bursting. Everything about her does this to me. One look. One touch. One smile. One word. I've never been in a room with anything else this life altering.
     
    I clear my throat, which makes Mike glance over his shoulder. “This must be the reason you can't get that shit eating grin off your face.”
     
    Presley smiles brighter.
     
    Refusing to humor him with an answer, I say to her, “I've gotta finish sweeping up the garage before I can go. You wanna wait with me?”
     
    “Yeah.” She pushes up her glasses. “Why not?”
     
    Big Mike's eyes oscillate between us before he states to me, “I've got plans in ten minutes. Set the alarm when you're finished.”
     
    “You got it Big Mike,” I reply and tilt my head the direction of the garage. “Come on, baby. This way.”
     
    The natural term of endearment slips her bottom lip between her teeth. I know I have no right to glide back into this pattern. Not after what I did. Not after what my addiction to her caused, but I can't seem to stop myself. It's an instinctive response engraved in every molecule of my DNA. I feel it with every goddamn breath I take.
     
    Big Mike disappears out the front door just as Presley heads over, crossing the threshold into the part of the shop where we do the actual work.
     
    I grab the broom and begin to sweep quicker. “Sorry you have to wait. I figured I would be done by now. Couple of late customers threw a wrench in that.”
     
    “It's fine.” Her body leans against the edge of the tool bench. My eyes take a gulp of the display, temptation tickling my tongue. “So...mechanic huh?”
     
    Trying to shake off the urge to pin her against it and our tongues back together, I look down at my task. “Better than flipping burgers.”
     
    “True. Then again, I don't think that should matter either. Important thing is you have a job, ya know?”
     
    My eyes glance her direction. “Yeah. I do.”
     
    The sound of the broom collecting the last evidence of the day fills the room. It's a poor distraction for the chaotic energy building. How can the need to have another dose of her be this strong when I was just floating from the last one?
     
    I do my best to keep my attention on the job at hand and not the shaking hunger. “You look beautiful dressed like that. What do you do for a living?”
     
    Suddenly her feet start to move, following me to the other end of the shop. “Wait? You don't know?”
     
    “No.” The answer is proceeded by me grabbing the dust pan. “Why would