cup—the cup of the eighth hole, that is.
“Bugger!”
My smirk is insuppressible.
Leaning on his club, he shakes his head and covers his eyes. “At least I’m succeeding at providing you with follies this evening.”
“Hey, this time you actually hit the ball.”
“Thanks loads for pointing that one out, luv,” he chortles as he dashes off to reclaim his ball.
I love how his hair bounces as he runs—making me want to concede to fondling it. But he’s been the perfect gentleman, and I don’t want to jinx this night. High hopes fill me for many more like it.
“I believe that is what you American’s refer to as a screw up,” he says upon his return.
“I believe that is what I call a brilliant shot. I’m scoring you a hole in one for that.”
“Not on your Nelly!”
“Fine, I’ll penalize you one point for going off course and score it two points. It’s worth it for the entertainment value.”
His approach behind me is just close enough that I can feel the brush of his shirt grace my skin. It’s attention commanding and makes me crave more. “I’m afraid to ask, but what’s the score now?”
“Twenty-two to eleven.”
Christopher smacks his head into his hands.
“How about I let you blame it on these Yank courses? They must be slanted funny.”
“I think I’m just out of my element. It’s been yonks since I’ve done the likes of this.”
“What do you normally do on dates back home?” I ask as we begin our journey to the next hole.
“I practically live in clubs, but I’ve yet to find any places here for live music. I think I’m going to have to venture out a bit.”
“Your mom lets you go to clubs? My parents will barely let me go to a concert. Unless it’s something Mom drags me to, and then it’s some guy who’s got a good ten years on her.”
“Mum likes those blokes as well. Large age differences are common in my family. I appeared after Mum thought it was impossible for her to have more children.”
“My mom got off to a late start having kids, so she is also a bit older than most parents. I would love to go to a club show and see what it’s like,” I say while setting the ball up for my shot.
“That gives me something to aim for with your dad.”
“Good luck with that. My mom is your ally.” I take my shot and watch the ball do its loop-de-loop before stopping its run just outside the hole.
“I sort of got that impression.”
“Don’t let him get to you. I take it your dad is different if you get to go to clubs.”
“Yes, I suppose he is. He appreciates seeing talent. But I have some older mates that take me as well. I’d actually rather be with them, but that’s another story.”
Christopher tends to long for home quite a bit. I feel for him. Making such a change at this stage in my life is unthinkable. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to hit on a sore subject.”
“It’s nowt, luv. I just really miss me mates.” Christopher takes his stroke and somehow manages to shoot the ball with a sideways curve through the loop, bank it off the side of the course, into the back area, and knock my ball in before his bounces off the green. “Bollocks!”
I nearly choke while trying to suppress my laugh. “Wow, another impressive blunder!”
Christopher throws his hands up and shakes off his error. “Do you listen to music much?”
“That’s a trick question. My mom is always playing her old records, so I’m surrounded by it. The only time I actually get to listen to something of my choosing is when she’s not home.”
Christopher lets out a little chuckle. “She and Mum would get on well. Mum’s tastes have definitely evolved, but she adores the classics. She was quite the hanger on at one point.”
Is that code for groupie? The thought of her being a bimbo gives me a little shiver, which compels Christopher to run to his car and grab his jacket for me.
The offer is so gentlemanly it can’t be refused. Maybe this is crazy, but I want to test the
“Bugger!”
My smirk is insuppressible.
Leaning on his club, he shakes his head and covers his eyes. “At least I’m succeeding at providing you with follies this evening.”
“Hey, this time you actually hit the ball.”
“Thanks loads for pointing that one out, luv,” he chortles as he dashes off to reclaim his ball.
I love how his hair bounces as he runs—making me want to concede to fondling it. But he’s been the perfect gentleman, and I don’t want to jinx this night. High hopes fill me for many more like it.
“I believe that is what you American’s refer to as a screw up,” he says upon his return.
“I believe that is what I call a brilliant shot. I’m scoring you a hole in one for that.”
“Not on your Nelly!”
“Fine, I’ll penalize you one point for going off course and score it two points. It’s worth it for the entertainment value.”
His approach behind me is just close enough that I can feel the brush of his shirt grace my skin. It’s attention commanding and makes me crave more. “I’m afraid to ask, but what’s the score now?”
“Twenty-two to eleven.”
Christopher smacks his head into his hands.
“How about I let you blame it on these Yank courses? They must be slanted funny.”
“I think I’m just out of my element. It’s been yonks since I’ve done the likes of this.”
“What do you normally do on dates back home?” I ask as we begin our journey to the next hole.
“I practically live in clubs, but I’ve yet to find any places here for live music. I think I’m going to have to venture out a bit.”
“Your mom lets you go to clubs? My parents will barely let me go to a concert. Unless it’s something Mom drags me to, and then it’s some guy who’s got a good ten years on her.”
“Mum likes those blokes as well. Large age differences are common in my family. I appeared after Mum thought it was impossible for her to have more children.”
“My mom got off to a late start having kids, so she is also a bit older than most parents. I would love to go to a club show and see what it’s like,” I say while setting the ball up for my shot.
“That gives me something to aim for with your dad.”
“Good luck with that. My mom is your ally.” I take my shot and watch the ball do its loop-de-loop before stopping its run just outside the hole.
“I sort of got that impression.”
“Don’t let him get to you. I take it your dad is different if you get to go to clubs.”
“Yes, I suppose he is. He appreciates seeing talent. But I have some older mates that take me as well. I’d actually rather be with them, but that’s another story.”
Christopher tends to long for home quite a bit. I feel for him. Making such a change at this stage in my life is unthinkable. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to hit on a sore subject.”
“It’s nowt, luv. I just really miss me mates.” Christopher takes his stroke and somehow manages to shoot the ball with a sideways curve through the loop, bank it off the side of the course, into the back area, and knock my ball in before his bounces off the green. “Bollocks!”
I nearly choke while trying to suppress my laugh. “Wow, another impressive blunder!”
Christopher throws his hands up and shakes off his error. “Do you listen to music much?”
“That’s a trick question. My mom is always playing her old records, so I’m surrounded by it. The only time I actually get to listen to something of my choosing is when she’s not home.”
Christopher lets out a little chuckle. “She and Mum would get on well. Mum’s tastes have definitely evolved, but she adores the classics. She was quite the hanger on at one point.”
Is that code for groupie? The thought of her being a bimbo gives me a little shiver, which compels Christopher to run to his car and grab his jacket for me.
The offer is so gentlemanly it can’t be refused. Maybe this is crazy, but I want to test the
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