We stare at each other in silence for a good minute. Her skin is smooth and soft under my calloused palms. Her chest rises and falls, the goosebumps visible on her exposed stomach. Up close, her eyes look emerald green, framed by thick black eyelashes. She has a birthmark on her right cheek, and I almost smile staring at it. What the fuck is wrong with me? I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder. I trudge straight to the front door. My palm rests on her ass, keeping her skirt down.
