Abby
“Could you two give us a kiss for the camera?”
At the interviewer’s unexpected request for a kiss, my face heats up with a mix of embarrassment and surprise. “A… A kiss?” I mutter. My gaze flits to Karl, who looks just as taken aback.
“Yes,” the interviewer replies with a chuckle. “A kiss.” The camera’s red light blinks menacingly, reminding us that our audience is waiting.
Karl hesitates, his expression a mixture of discomfort and resignation. “I don’t think that’s necessary,” he starts to say, his voice edged with reluctance.
But the interviewer insists. “Oh, it’s just a little kiss,” he says. “It’s good for the press, and besides, everyone loves you two. We all want to see the Alpha and the Luna back together after such a long time.”
Finally, with a deep breath, Karl turns
