- Have you kissed at least once, - he mockingly twists his lips, - or do you write stupid fairy tales in your stories?- It's none of your business, - I snap at him out of habit.< p>And he also, most likely out of old habit, does not leave me alone and continues to sting ruthlessly.- Who will read your romantic stories if you have no idea what desire is? And passion for you is just a word.I am silent.I close my ears so as not to hear.But he takes a step, grabs my palms with his own, takes them away to the side, presses me against the wall, wedges his knee between my legs and, looking at my lips, insinuatingly asks:- Maybe you can try? And I will help you.