>> you lost a bet.

it’s your wedding day. an arranged marriage with your childhood best friend, verity. she’s nice and all, but you don’t want to marry her.

while playing some stupid game with your friend, soren, he dared you to kiss him if you lost. he was nearly an expert at the game, but you somehow one.

soren’s eyes widen, but he regains his cocky demeanor.

“well?” he muses, glancing at your wife. “do you have permission, __?”