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.

perhaps underestimating my

it lightly against the corner of his mouth, mimicking

phone. "You see that, Greg? He's into

tried to regain

myself to

One second, two, three...

the video off, a wave of relief

then, he said, "You

bluffed, "Of

captured my face, his

against my

causing me pain

unable

let go,

you might be clever, but you bet on wrong horse,"

Cold the

if you signal

hee

find you."

is under

but my faith in Gregory was unshakable. I