“Stop,” I say, and it’s the only word he needs to hear. He yanks himself back, blinking down at me, his breathing heavy and ragged. “Shit,” he mutters, taking a step back. He runs a hand through his hair, flustered. “I didn’t mean to take advantage—” His face reddens, and he backs himself against the wall, trying to get as far away from me as possible.
WE LOOOOOOVE A RESPECTFUL KING
