## Hazel's POV
The tension at the poker table was thick enough to cut with a knife. I watched Liam from beneath my lashes, pretending to be engrossed in my cards. His jaw was clenched so tight I worried he might crack a tooth. Every time Levi leaned closer to me, Liam's eyes darkened dangerously.
"Need help understanding your hand?" Levi whispered, his breath tickling my ear.
I smiled sweetly. "I think I can manage."
Levi's hand casually draped over the back of my chair. The muscle in Liam's cheek twitched. Good. Let him stew in his jealousy.
"Raise," Liam announced, pushing a stack of chips forward without breaking eye contact with me.
"Someone's feeling confident," Chloe remarked, casting a meaningful glance at me.
Our plan was working perfectly. One by one, our jealous boyfriends were losing focus on the game, distracted by their partners' flirtatious behavior with Levi's friends.