❝If you knew that your soulmate were standing right in front of you, and that no one would make your heart beat the same way, you would understand why I'm fighting as hard as I am to keep you.❞
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All Amara Valencia wanted was to build her...
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CHAPTER ONE | AMARA POV
"Amara."
With slight resistance, I open my eyes to meet a warm honey gaze.
I don't recognize these eyes but at the same time- it feels like I've always known them.
"Yes?" I reply.
My eyes trail down to examine his face, a square jaw- prominent nose. Ash brown locks, that flop just at his forehead.
His hand cups my face and instinctively, I fall into his touch.
"Finally." He mutters under his breath and leans into me.
The cab jerks to a halt, jolting me out of the dream and back into reality. Irritably, I rub the sleep from my eyes. These dreams are getting out of hand. This dream, in particular always crawls it's way back into my head.
All I want is rest.
Groggily, I follow the driver out of the car as he begins to unload my luggage.
I could practically feel the sleep washing over me like a cool wave that I am 1000% willing to drown in. The midday heat burned at the back of my neck, reminding me of my poor choice of clothing. A thin Cotton long sleeve, paired with gray sweatpants and dirty converse shoes.
Do I look like a hobo?
There's a 99% chance that I do, but at the time that I was getting ready, it didn't make sense for me to dress any way outside of comfortable. Who was I impressing anyway?
I know no one in this new chapter of my life.
I gazed at the sign that loomed overhead of the entrance of my newfound home.
Mountain View Estates
"Ma'am?"
I turn back to face the driver who looks at me expectingly.
Sheepishly, I pull my wallet out of my pocket.
"Thank you," I say as I hand him the money.
I adjusted the strap of my aged duffel bag and tightened my grip on my single luggage. With both hands full I headed into the lobby.
A middle-aged woman sat at the front desk, eyeing me and my without-a-doubt haggard state.
I don't know anyone who could come out of twelve hours' worth of travel and look like a breath of fresh air.
"Can I help you?" She asks, moving her gaze from me to her computer screen.
"Yes, I'm Amara Valencia. I leased a studio here, and scheduled today for move-in?" I huffed in what seemed like one sentence. I blew a rebel strand of long brown hair from my line of view.
