That’s a terrible idea.

He mentally reprimanded himself for the hundredth time since the start of the night. Not only had Jayce dragged him and forced him into a New Year’s Party but he had planted the notion of the worst cliche in his mind.

A New Year’s kiss.

Which, of course, he had to bring it up concerning your name. So now with every sparring glance in your direction, all Viktor saw was the clock chiming midnight and maybe some alternative universe where he had the balls to kiss you. He dismissed the thought as quickly as it came. He didn’t care for drinking but more and more alcohol disappeared from his cup as the night went on, trying to clear the visions from his head.

Tipsy and confused by the time everyone was counting down, Jayce had strategically found a way to place you beside Viktor, only upping the chances of a mistake.

It’s a bad idea.

He reminded his mind, despite the anxious shifting of his weight onto his good leg, subtly inclining more towards you. When the chanting numbers slowly descended, his eyes had shifted over to you involuntarily despite every alarm ringing in his head.

Too dazed to focus, as everyone cheered on the celebration of a new year, he had taken the leap, crashing his lips against yours.