Roxy's soft, plush lips don't move at all.
Oh god.
I open my eyes and stare right into her dark eyes. I'm so close to her, that I can see the slight difference between the black of her wide pupil and the espresso brown of her irises.
I bolt backward and scramble out of my chair. A fierce, ruddy blush rushes from my chest up to my ears.
“That was so out of line. I'm so sorry. I kissed you without permission. That's assault. I'm...." I panic, my breath coming in ragged, shaky rasps.
I'm disgusting. I should've asked permission at least!
“Mack, take a deep breath for me okay? You didn't assault me." Roxy rises slowly from her rickety seat, putting her hands out in a gentle manner.
“Yes, I did. I'm just like one of those creeps who…who…" I can't even finish the sentence; I turn away
