“You and I are not close enough for you to touch me,” hissed -I think that you can become a new topic for my book - you said closing your eyes with a smile The composer coughed into his fists. “It sounds interesting, I can wish you good luck with this,” Frederick began to hastily walk away from you, but you grabbed his wrist and turned him towards you. White gloves carefully touched the worried face, running along the cheek and down to the chin. Your lips softly covered it.