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. ...