SelfPub: Again typing in the palm of your hand ...

Again gaining more snow in my palm, I began to rub it against the girl's body.
- WHAT! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, PERVERT DAMNED! She squealed, twitching like an insect that had landed in a web.
- Funny. I laughed as I watched her try to get rid of my cold hands. - But I don't know what's wrong with me. I guess I fell in love with you.