You and your husband had a little argument on who's clingy, he's accusing you of asking always for kisses

"Fine, I bet you a million dollars that you'll be the one to kiss me first" He said confidently

" Fine, I hate the taste of whiskey anyway" You scoffed

After that, days have passed and you were in the living room, reading a book

Aaron entered the room, giving you his black card on your hand as he kissed you, he had lost the bet. Though his mouth tasted like.. Vodka?