I'm reading Francoice Sagan "Bonjour Tristesse" , classic and soul shaky. One of the books you take in hand and don't want to leave down. Here is a small part for you to realise what I' m talking about;
He folded his arm around me with an angry little exlamation and gently pulled me out of the boat. He hled me close against him, my head on his shoulders. At that moment I loved him. In the morning light he was as golden, as soft, as gentle as myself. He was protecting me. As his lips touched mine we both began to tremble and the pleasure of our kiss was untinged by shame or regret, merely a deep searching interrupted every now and then by whispers. I broke away and swam towards the boat, which was drifting out. I dipped my face into the water to refresh it. The water was green . A feeling of wreckless happinesscame over me.
See what I'm talking about... ???
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