Philophobia (Anger is Bliss)

This is a love story.

UNPUBLISHED IT HERE BECAUSE THIS IS A BOOK NOW!! INFO IN THE AUTHOR'S NOTE!<3

❝ "You wanna know why I'm obsessed with you? One of the reasons anyway."

"What."

"You're still angry."

"I'm not!"

"Yes you are."

I look away from him. "This is a game to you."

"What is?"

"Me."

He takes my face so unexpectedly I stop breathing. "Stop that, will you?"

"Stop what?"

"Trying to find excuses to hate me." He is so so close. "You're not a game to me. I think you're aware I'm very serious. I think that's precisely why you're convincing yourself of the opposite."

"I'm not scared of you."

"Oh but I think you are."

"Not as much as you are." I smile. "I scare you."

He lets go of my face. "You're annoying."

"I told you to give it some time."

"I never said I disliked it."

I sigh. "What's your problem? Seriously?"

He smiles. "You're still angry."

I get up but he takes my hand and pulls me to him. Our faces are close. He's still holding my hand.

"I'm not your game, Ethen."

His face is closer. "You're not a game to me. You just hate that I like you."

"Why would I hate you for that?"

"You tell me."

We breathe so close to each other I might die. This is too new for me. I've never looked at anyone and felt like throwing myself at them before. I've never felt the need, not even the desire to kiss someone before now. ❞