About the book: year / The gaze from the glasses slid down the sharp chin to those fucking dystrophic collarbones. I clenched the neck of his T-shirt into my fist and pulled him towards me. His hands awkwardly rested on the bed, I felt him tense - a bundle of nerves, and that’s all. The blue of his wide-open eyes made him dizzy. Wet, sticky arrows of eyelashes - right into the heart, wet lips almost whisper: “Let me go.”».