About the book: year / Wet long blonde hair sticks to the skin, gets tangled under my fingers, while I bury my palm in it, attracting a daring, impudent, impossibly beautiful girl. I hate her. I hate and despise. Because I love him so much that I go against my father. I take his love for myself. I'm taking it away. I betray. I kiss her. Greedy. Hurt. Strongly. Deep. And I receive the same passionate answer, which is why my last stop valve breaks. Sorry, father, but today your wife will be mine again..