Why does it feel like I’m about to...to...
“What do you think, Tiara?”
He knows my name!
Even though I haven’t told him, he knows my name, and that’s proof, isn’t it?
That’s proof that he’s not real, and that’s why—
“What must I do if we want to wake you—”
I don’t even let him finish speaking. I’m already clutching his shirt to pull him close, and I think I heard him chuckle—I’m not quite sure, and honestly, I don’t really care at this point because he...he already gets it, and he more than meets me halfway, with his mouth covering mine, and...aaaah!
This is my first kiss.
Ever.
And it’s not real.
My first kiss isn’t real, but I don’t care because the way he’s taken possession of my mouth isunreal.The way he’s now cupping my face as he deepens the kiss—it feels like he’s tasting me all the way to my soul, and he’s making it harder and harder for me to breathe, and I just...I just don’t care!
This kiss is so, so unreal that I don’t want it to end. I want him to keep kissing me like this, with how he’s making my heart race so fast, and...and...oh my gosh! I’m up in his arms all of a sudden, and my back is against the wall, and there’s no longer any space separating our bodies. His chest is hard and warm, my legs have wrapped themselves around his waist, andno!
A cry slips past my lips when his mouth leaves me, but this turns quickly into a whimper as his lips move against my skin—
“Relax.”
—just moving lower and lower to the side of my neck, and his warm breath against my flesh has my nails digging into his back. Any time now, any moment now, any second he’s going to do—
Aaaah!
—that.
Mr. Not Real is claiming me as his, and although I know the mark he’ll leave will be as unreal as he is—
I honestly don’t care. I’ve never felt this unreal before. Never felt this free, never felt—
“Ahem.”
I squeeze my eyes shut the moment I hear it.
“AHEM.”
I know it’s coming from the real world.
"AHEM."
But I have no plans of waking up. No plans of letting him go or—
What in the world?
One moment I’m still in his arms, the next moment he’s gently lowering me to my feet, and he’s slowly stepping away, and I find myself staring straight into a pair of blue eyes that’s almost exactly like mine.
Icelle?
“Icelle.”
Her name pops up in my mind at the same time I hear Mr. Not Real drawl her name, and when Icelle actually turns to him like he’s real—
