Philophobia

Philophobia

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Philophobia: (n.) Fear of being in or falling in love. "Fear of love" Elodie Peeters and Kallis Fitcher. Couldn't be anymore unalike. Elodie is the perfect model golden child... minus her strange fear of love. Straight A's, partakes in the school's news paper, bright cheerful smiles, she's the girl a mother points at and goes "that's who you should look up to." Meanwhile, Kallis (Kal) is the boy your parents tell you to stay away from. He's the boy you bring over to piss off your parents. When these two get thrown together under unlikely circumstances, Elodie peeks Kal's interests. This beautiful ball of sunshine, scared of falling in love. Why? She won't say. Kal tries his best to get her to notice him... he does everything from a "10-Things-I-Hate-About-You" to a "Head-Over-Heels". They couldn't be more different. One afraid of love, one always breaking hearts. One a golden child, the other a warning. They couldn't be more different. But Y'know what they say.... Opposites attract.
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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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