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she was untouchable.
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Concluida, Has publicado nov 26, 2016
Eloise suffers from Haphephobia, the fear of being touched. 

Her mother, Katherine suffers from OCD, obsessive-compulsive disorder. 

Eloise's condition, it was a genetic trait that she got from her father. All throughout her life she disliked the sense of touch. It wasn't until her father died did her fear of it arise. 

Her mother decided that a move was needed. So after much dismay from Eloise, they moved across the state. Right next to Zeke, his twin sisters Alira and Alaina and their mother Beth. 

Zeke didn't care about much, just his few friends and annoying family, that was until he accidentally touched the girl next door. 

In that moment, Alira, his sister started praying, the other, Alaina, making ambulance sounds, his mother rushing the girl to the bathroom and her mother trying to comfort, he decided he wanted to care about more. 

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This story is written mostly in English (about 98%), with some Telugu (about 2%) along with translations. -------- He rose slowly, still holding her hands. She stepped closer. Closer. So close that the boat rocked faintly beneath them. Then, standing on her toes slightly, she reached up and held his shoulders to steady herself. He instinctively moved his hands to her waist so she wouldn't lose balance. The anklets chimed softly and then.. she bent her head forward.. slowly. Her forehead touched his. The red kumkum on her forehead brushed against his skin, leaving a faint, sacred mark just above his brows. He froze. Neither of them moved. Her eyes were closed and his breath stopped.. the contact was simple. Sacred. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper, but steady. "If you are my light," she murmured, her forehead still resting against his, "then let me mark you as mine before the world does." She lowered herself slowly, but didn't move away. Her eyes searched his. "You don't need a ring to bind me," she said softly. "And I don't need a ceremony to know what you mean to me." Her fingers brushed the red mark she had left on him. "This," she smiled faintly, "is my answer. My acceptance." His fingers tightened unconsciously around her waist. "I am yours," she whispered. "And you are mine. Not for a moment. But for every day that comes after." And she slowly moved into his embrace and hugged him, holding him a little tighter than usual, like she never wanted to let go. They stayed there for a while longer, not speaking. Everything you're about to read is true... but I've never confessed to him in real life. The story ends with a plot twist my real life hasn't caught up to yet. Happy reading 🩷
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