Sophia by Marisa Redhead16 (different ereaders .TXT) 📕

then walked off. So, my brother had finally found The One. Before, he said that Keisha was "some black chick that was probably a virgin because she's too nice". Boy, was he wrong. Keisha had a spice about her, and it was attractive. She always smells like Spanish Amber, which is nice. Her face isn't plain. She experiments with her makeup, but she never looks like she's trying too hard. Her hair is nice, too. Soft and silky.

I know because she whipped her head around once to answer a question my father asked her and her hair hit my face. It smelled like watermelon and strawberries. Fortunately she didn't know, it's so long. It's down to her waistline.


I heard beautiful music coming from Sophia's room. It was soothing, almost magical. She was vacuuming her room. She wore a white tank top with loose-fitting pink plaid shorts. She turned and saw me, and turned the vacuum off. She smiled. She walked toward me in a sexy way. We grabbed a handful of each other's hair, and kissed.

"I love you." I said. "I love you too." And right then, I knew we'd be together forever. At least for a while.

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Text: People may use phrases and notes. All music artists and songs are real except the Shorty one which Nina mentions.
Publication Date: 05-25-2011

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Dedication:
To Mom, who's always been supportive.