" Kris knew it, he learned it, he lived and felt it. Books are boundless as much as he loved them, what was Tao? Everything. He took a deep breath, inhaling a perfect scent of his boyfriend, his hands carefully stroked his cheeks, the smooth and suave sensation of his fingers on the others skin who had closed his eyes, a ravishing smelling filling his lungs. "   Just a one-shot inspired by a book and film called " The Reader" by Bernhard Schlink :)Yet, the plot is mine, dont touch it. Foreword//