High card wins, nice and simple

Chloe spotted a pack of cards in the corner of the room. She pointed to it. "I'm rubbish at card games, but what about letting fate decide? High card wins." She saw Will's eyes widen and realised the same thing. Was she really going to rely on a game of chance? Purely 50-50. She felt her heart race. God, what was she thinking? Too late now though. She'd proposed this and she would be damned if she was going to chicken out at the final hurdle.

Will went to fetch the cards while Chloe sat down behind the table. Keeping one hand clamped, as always, across her tits, she had a hand free to play - not that this game would take long. "Best of one? No second chances?" he enquired.

"One card. Winner takes all." And what an 'all' it was.

Will split the deck and shuffled, before placing the deck on the table, face down. "After you," he said.

With a trembling hand, Chloe reached for the deck. She drew the first card... an eight. An eight! Fuck, what an annoying card. Neither bad nor good... she prayed to whoever was listening to let Will draw a lower number.