"Poor thing, I bet you don't even know how leather gloves feel. Here--"
Abruptly he thrust snow-drenched leather gloves against my cheeks.
I dodged. A raw carnal feeling blazed up within me, branding my cheeks. I felt myself staring at him with crystal clear eyes..."
--Yukio Mishima, Confessions of a Mask
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