When Love Breaks by Jack

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 audacity,

pressed it lightly against the corner of his mouth,

phone. “You see that, Greg? He’s into me. I’m choosing to be

to regain my composure, though my nerves were

bring myself

One second, two, three…

Mark sent the video off, a

“You didn’t actually kiss

“Of course,

my

against my

me pain

unable to pull

go,

be clever, but you bet

Cold the

you

hee

find you.”

is

but my faith in Gregory was unshakable. I