About the book: 2021 / He is standing right in front of me: tall, handsome, alien. The chin is raised up, the eyes are narrowed. From his clothes, jeans hang on his hips. Dark brown hair is wet and tousled. Bare feet sink into the soft carpet. And I have a feeling that nothing happened between us. I imagined it. This night didn't happen. There were no his hands on my body, no hot whispers, no moans of pleasure. And the bed is not crumpled by our bodies. I want to reach out and touch. Run your fingers along your collarbones, run your palms down your chest, linger, catching the beat of his heart. I know it's pounding like my own. Then touch your stomach. It is hard and the skin is hot. And it’s probably hard not only where I see it. But the darkness into which I plunge myself is broken by the cold: - Get out! The text says: the heroine is fire, the hero is reptile