Lost Me Gained Regret

When Mark's eyes lit up with excitement, I knew I had made the right bet.

"Let's make a video," I suggested, a smirk playing on my lips. "We'll send it to Gregory, show him he's got nothing on you, and that I belong with you." Mark's gaze upon me was intense, bordering on maniacal.

I reached for his phone, trying to play it cool, but he lifted his hand, letting it slip right through my fingers.

"All I wanted was to hit record," I said calmly.

Mark remained silent, his eyes locked on mine.

Turning away, I feigned annoyance. "It was your idea to make this video. Film it or don't, your call."

For years, Mark had been biding his time, cloaked in shadows, plotting his next move.

Now, faced with a challenge against Gregory, he wouldn't back down easily. Yet, despite my bravado, my heart raced, especially as his silence stretched on.

I was about to up the ante when I felt his hand on my shoulder, spinning me around.

I saw him enable the camera's recording feature, his voice laced with restrained excitement. "Then let's start."

His thumb brushed the screen, and the recording countdown began.

I pulled him close, capturing his surprised expression. "Close your eyes," I whispered.

underestimating my

pressed it lightly against

to the phone. "You see that, Greg? He's into me. I'm choosing to be with him. You can stop looking

hit stop and tried to regain my composure, though my

myself to

One second, two, three...

as Mark sent the video off, a wave of

said, "You didn't

"Of course,

hand captured my face, his

my lips,

causing me pain ander

me unable to pull

let go, leaving my

you might be clever, but you bet on wrong

Cold the

if you signal

hee

find you."

is under

what he meant, but my faith in Gregory