You and I (#wattys2016)

You and I (#wattys2016)

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h a p h e p h o b i a: fear of being touched Kaitlyn's POV: I tried to control my breathing as Charlie leaned in. Don't move away Kaitlyn, whatever you do, do not move away, I told myself. I stayed still, as still as a statue. I held my breath, like I would do if I were underwater. I cleared my thoughts, free them from negative thoughts. I kept my eyes open, so that I wouldn't be sucked into an awful nightmare instead. Jacob's POV: I watched her from afar in the cafeteria. She was talking to her best friend Lauren and was gesturing animatedly, hands moving everywhere wildly. Her pre-packed food was still left untouched. I adore her platinum blonde hair--straight at the top and curled in beautiful waves at the bottom. I adore her emerald green eyes, the way it sparkled when she laughed and when she saw her favorite food. I adore the way her skin crinkled at the place between her brows when she frowned or when she was particularly angry--like now. *** Love is patient. Love is kind. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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