My dad taught me to play poker when I was around 12 which he instantly regretted because he hasn’t won a game against me since. I intentionally keep this information from Jack not wanting him to have his guard up for the game.
I sit on the floor on the other side of the table across from him like when we played chess watching as he shuffles the cards. Why does watching him shuffle a deck of cards turn me on?? It could be from the alcohol or it could just be the fact that he’s f*****g hot.
“See something you like?” Jack smirks at me
I’m embarrassed by the amount of times he has caught me gawking at him. I can’t help it though, he looks like he was crafted by the Gods.
“Just admiring” I’m working on my 4th beer at this point
“You seem to do that a lot” he starts dealing the cards
