HIS POV

Y/n and lare locked in my father's penthouse. He has arranged a marriage between US. He wants us to get along, or whatever. We aren't the best of friends. We are almost always arguing. But tonight we weren't. We are both sitting in the living room. She is on the other side of the room. Her arms are crossed, she won't even look at me. I have an idea. "Truth or dare?" | ask her.

That gets her attention. She's suddenly curious. "Dare." She says, looking suspicious. "I dare you to... kiss me." I said. She rolls her eyes, but proceeds to walk towards me. She grabs the nape of my neck, pulling her lips to mine. "Truth or dare?" She asks. "Truth." I murmur. "Did you ask your father to arrange this marriage?" She asked. How the fck did she figure this out?*