his lips were the first things i felt as they left a soft kiss on my nape . `` a boy , '' his father repeated , grinning proudly . `` what are you staring at , toast ? '' how it felt to touch him . although these things really make me want to vomit . it rolled back with a squeak of its wheels . the breeze came from the land tonight instead of blowing in from the lake , so the temperature was n't nearly as breath-stealing as it had been the past few evenings . 