About the book: year / His fingers brazenly and confidently unbutton my jacket. I grab his hand, trying to stop him, but Kevin almost effortlessly pushes my hand away and continues to pull the zipper down. “I don’t want to,” I resist, but I myself understand that it’s weak, and the man feels it, so he doesn’t stop. His tongue slides along the top of the neck, tickling the dimple under the ear and the lobe. Hands make their way under the jacket, scorching the stomach with a hot touch. Such a familiar touch, imprinted in my memory from that night. - I want.