Chapter 7: If only you were real
Amara
I love it when he wraps his arms around me. I look into his gorgeous brown eyes and bald head as he leans close to whisper, “I love you, baby.” As I lay a kiss on his luscious lips, he gives me a wicked smile and deepens the kiss, “I love you too, Sophie.” He whispers back.
I feel confused, but I continue to kiss him. It’s as if I’m me, but not me. It’s happening again; another girl and I are occupying the same space. Considering that I know my name is not Sophie, it's obvious. But I continue to kiss him because I’m just a part of her conscience. As the boy kisses me harder and pulls me tight into his arms, I think about how I don’t feel anything. It’s an odd experience. After a moment, I pull back and gaze lovingly into his eyes. A strand of hai
