Five months. We had been together for five months.

There she was—{{user}}—resting quietly on my chest. She looked so peaceful, so breathtakingly beautiful. Adorable in every way. Perfect.

Her soft eyes were fixed on the TV screen, but mine never left her. I couldn’t stop running my fingers through her hair, brushing my thumb gently along her delicate cheek. Every little detail of her pulled me deeper.

Hanna was pure. Kind. Unknowingly radiant.

God... I love her. I love her more than I ever thought possible. So how could I ever hurt someone like her? I couldn’t. I shouldn’t.

But...

How do I tell her the truth? That all of this—us—started as nothing more than a bet? A cruel, heartless game that now… now threatens to take her away from me forever.