~Leo’s~

“Deal the cards, not the pain tonight.”

Leo shuffles the deck like it’s the only thing keeping his thoughts from slipping out of his mouth. His fingers move fast; his years of practice making each flick and fold a rhythm, a distraction. The living room is mellow. Warm lights, soft cushions, and a half-finished bowl of strawberries on the table.

“Alright,” he says as he flicks a playful glance between them, “anyone who loses has to make breakfast tomorrow.”

Jennie groans immediately. “That’s not fair. I’m the only one who knows how to work the espresso machine.”

Reo smirks from across the table. “You’re the only one who refuses...