He Was Going to Regret It

Lucy bit her lips and she lowered her head again. She seemed to be contemplating once more.

Greg knew it was selfish of him. But he couldn't help but hope in his mind. 'Damn.' He should be running at the moment, speeding at his fastest speed to drop her off at the airport. But he did the opposite, by stopping the car, and pulling over at the side of the road, patiently waiting for her response.

She didn't seem to mind that the car had stopped this time, as she was buried deep in her thoughts. And his heart pounded in anticipation, his grip tightened on the steering wheel, while waiting for the next words that would come out of her mouth. As if those were the words that would decide his fate from now on. The fate he was now playing with.