His soft laugh penetrated under his clothes and electrical discharges ran down his spine.

- I like the way you pronounce my name. You can call me Max.

- Go to hell, Max! I almost died!

I turned to face him and drowned in his deep blue eyes. My hands finally allowed themselves to cling to his puffy waistcoat, because right now Golovin was my only support. Not only did my legs live apart from the skates, but the presence of Max made them weak and trembling.

Light bristles gave him charm and sexuality. However, where else? A dazzling smile flashed across his face. He was fresh and cheerful. And...