{Third Person}
She pushed herself up quickly, the photograph slipping slightly against her chest as she sat there, trying to steady her breathing.
The kiss still felt real. That was the problem. It didn't feel like a dream.
Her fingers hovered near her lips again before she quickly pulled her hand away, almost as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn't.
"It was just a dream," she muttered under her breath.
But the more she tried to dismiss it, the clearer it became in her mind—the way he had looked at her, the way he had leaned in, the way it had felt.
Amara groaned softly and pressed her face into her pillow for a moment.
"This is ridiculous… What is wrong with me?"
Just then, a knock came at the door.
She sat up immediately, straightening her posture as if that would somehow hide the chaos in her thoughts.
"My lady," Mrs. Woods' voice called from outside.
"Come in," Amara replied quickly.
