You Are My Air: Breathless Book 1 by Samantha Wolfe Read Free Book Online Page A

wasn't even sure I was ready to try to do that. "I love you," I told my sister, wishing the love I had for my family and friends was enough to banish this darkness inside me.
    "I love you, too." She patted my cheek as I stepped out of her arms.
    I nodded and got into my black Audi A6, backed out of the driveway, and drove off with a bitter feeling inside me that I wished would just go away.
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    The small bar was packed when I walked in at a quarter to nine. The band was already setting up on the far side of the room. There was no stage, just a cleared out area along one wall. There was a drum kit set up and two microphone stands. Jensen was standing near one of them with his green Gibson guitar slung over his shoulder. He was fiddling with his amp while he talked to a tall and lanky guy with shoulder length dark hair, who I assumed was a band member.
    "There's Sydney," a voice spoke next to me. My friend Ben was standing next to me and pointing to a long table on the other side of the room. He was a little shorter than me with a slim build, short blond hair, and blue eyes. He was dressed in jeans, a graphic T-shirt, and a worn looking black leather jacket. He looked like a bad-boy nerd and some how managed to pull it off. Ben always had a perpetual smirk on his face, like everything was a punchline waiting to happen. We had been friends since high school, both of us dorky nerds who had banded together in self-preservation against the bullies.
    I noticed Sydney waving at me with a huge grin on her face. She was sitting with Jensen's best friend Andy and his fiancee, Lydia. Ben and I headed across the room toward them, and I sat down next to Sydney. I ended up sitting across from Andy. His dark hair was spiked haphazardly on his head like it always was, and he was wearing a faded denim jacket over a black T-shirt. I imagined he probably had his favorite beat up black Chuck Taylors on his feet under the table too.
    "What's up, Dave?" Andy greeted me with a wide grin across his bearded face, his vivid blue eyes lighting up.
    "Not much," I said with an answering smile. "How about you, Andrew?" Andy was a great guy, a real smart-ass and fun to be around. We had a running gag of him calling me Dave and me calling him Andrew. I found it amusing.
    "I'm feeling fantastic." He glanced over as Ben sat down next to me. "Who's the new guy?"
    "Ben Wiley." Ben reached across the table and offered his hand to Andy before I could introduce them myself.
    Andy shook his hand briefly. "I'm Andy Purcell, and this is my fiancee, Lydia Burke." Andy's beautiful red-headed fiancee smiled warmly and greeted Ben. Andy's eyes suddenly narrowed as he looked closer at Ben. "Wait a minute. Are you WileyOne?" he asked as he pointed at Ben.
    "Guilty." Ben nodded with a smirk. "And you must be TheAndyMan."
    "I sure am." Andy nodded enthusiastically with a delighted gleam in his eyes. Ben and I had been playing on-line warfare with Andy almost every Monday night for months, and this was the first time they had met in person. "I'm so stoked to meet you finally. You rock, dude. That killing streak you had last week was fucking insane."
    "Thanks, man," Ben said as he beamed with pride. "That sniper shot you had was pretty insane too."
    "I beg to differ, since I was the one you killed," I chimed in with a grin. "That damn shot came out of no where."
    "Are you guys going to talk about video games all night, or are you here to watch me fucking play?" Jensen deep gruff voice spoke from the head of the table where he was standing between Sydney and Lydia. His voice sounded annoyed, but the wry twist of his mouth let us know he was messing with us. He was wearing jeans, and a dark-gray button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His guitar was hanging behind his back with the neck pointing down to the floor. He reached for the glass of soda on the table in front of him and took a drink.
    "Sorry, dude," Andy said sarcastically. "I guess you're