Saint
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~You were never a saint~ Elodie seems to have the perfect life. She is smart, beautiful and hard-working. She has multiple ivy league schools that want her to attend their schools, but that isn't what she wants anymore. Two years ago changed everything. Wanting to leave the family that doesn't know how to talk to her and have a fresh start somewhere new, she makes the decision to leave California. Stone Edge, Connecticut seems to be a great town and has Stone Edge University, which has a great medical school. Brice has always worked hard for everything that he has. Noticed for his saintly name and dotting of nasal freckles, everyone in his town knows that the story behind his cold demeanor is the reason he moved to their town. Adopted at birth, he has always been searching for who he is and that sometimes lands him in trouble. He has always wanted to help people and wants to work in the psychology field. **I'm not great at descriptions, please give the book a chance!!**
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Here she is. I can see the slope of her spine through that thin shirt. She's made of angles I ache to smooth with a hand, but I'd use my lips if she asked. I brush her knuckles with mine. Her skin is cold, but she flips her palm for more contact. I lace our fingers. It's enough to make her look at me. As those kaleidoscopic eyes meet mine, I hold my breath. Then she sets her lips just under my jaw. It rips the air from my lungs. It's the softest thing I've ever felt. "What was that for," I breathe. She pulls back, lashes damp, and whispers, "You're the kind of person that should be kissed." 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 BOOK TWO C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ mature content ❤︎ romance & friendship ❤︎ yearning Copyright © 2021-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. © All Rights Reserved

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