The warmth of the early morning sunlight streamed into the hotel room, stirring you gently out of your sleep. A soft groan escaped your mouth as you felt the familiar ache in your head that was a hangover. It took a minute to register the soft kisses being pressed against your bare shoulder, rousing you more from your slumber.

“Mmph, is this how you wake up all of your flings? Most men tend to just sneak out after the act.” You joked, not bothering to turn around and face the person you had brought home after your coworker, Jill’s, bachelorette party.

“Didn’t need to sneak out,” a deep voice that sounds oddly familiar rumbled in your ear. “What kind of husband would that make me?”

Your face contorted into a confused frown as your half-asleep brain tried to register what this man was saying. You couldn’t remember much, just getting absolutely plastered as you celebrated Jill Valentine and Chris Redfield’s upcoming nuptials with the rest of your coworkers.

You rolled over, sitting up in the bed, only to be greeted by a smirk you knew all too well. Blue eyes glinted with mischief as you watched Leon Kennedy practically flaunt a gold band on his left ring finger in your face. A gold ring he was supposed to be holding for safekeeping as Chris’ best man.