C19 You're not supposed to look at my lips and wish you had a boyfriend

He froze, his eyes bulging out of their sockets.

“Wha… What?” he stuttered, hoping he had heard wrong but at the same time, his heart beat increased in anticipation.

“Kiss me, King.”

“Joan…” he cleared his throat, licking his lips, and adjusting his hold on her, “You can’t mean… you can’t be serious.”

More tears slipped down her face.

“Kiss me King, please.” She begged