Chapter 13 Brandon #3
“Here,” I start and move so I’m behind her.
Again, bad idea! But I’m once again committed to this.
Angie’s head and eyes follow my movements until I’m behind her and she can no longer see me.
I swallow roughly and place my feet on either side of hers and place my hands on her hips to help her with the movement.
“A lot of the movement starts with your hips,” I tell her as I move her hips side to side.
My body is on fire and when I think she’s got this movement, I bring my arms around front and place my hands on hers, showing her how to grip it.
“And then with your hands like this.” I demonstrate with a swing.
The movement has pulled me closer with us moving together, which is an uncomfortable position to be in.
Well, for me at least as she rubs against my crotch on every swing.
We do the motion a few times until I think she’s got it.
“Do you think you’re ready to hit the ball? ” I ask low.
“What?” Angie asks.
I kiss the side of her neck and disconnect my body from hers, coming back around to stand in front of her. I’m hoping she can’t see the imprint of my dick through my shorts. “I asked if you’re ready to hit the ball.”
“Oh,” she squeaks out as her bright eyes meet mine. “Yeah. Let’s get this thing going.”
“Okay.” I place the ball back on the tee and take a step away. “Eyes on the ball.”
Angie takes a deep breath and scoots closer to the tee.
I stand off to the side and watch as she enters a state of focus.
I’ve seen this look on her a couple of times and that’s when she plays the piano.
Thinking about this time sends more than a tingle of awareness and arousal through me as I remember last night on the couch.
My mind comes back to the golf course when Angie squares up, takes a deep breath, and swings—managing to get some very decent air under the ball and landing a few feet from where my ball landed.
“Well, shit,” I say when I finally find my voice.
“Was that good?”
“Ang, for your first time on a golf course… I—yes, that was better than good.”
“Thank you.”
“Were you picturing anyone specific when you hit the ball?” I ask as we head to the gold cart.
She purses her lips and tilts her head back and forth as she thinks. “Maybe?”
“Don’t get on your bad side—noted.”
We hop back in the golf cart after I shake myself out of the shock and drive to where our balls landed.
As we’re driving up to the tenth hold, Angie speaks up. “Can we play a game?”
“Is golf not considered a game?” I ask.
“Yes. But I was thinking something a little more exciting.”
I look over at her when we get to the tenth hole and see her holding in a laugh. “Fine. What did you have in mind?”
“Two truths and a lie? I figure this would be a better way for us to get to know each other.”
I hop out of the golf cart and round toward Angie’s side and take my golf club she’s holding. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
“You can go first,” she tells me.
“Thank you. Hmm.” I think about my two truths and a lie as I set my tee in the ground and place my ball on top. “Oh, I got it. One, an agent approached me about representation to play professionally. Two, I didn’t kiss a girl until my third year of college. And three, I majored in communications.”
I look back at Angie and she nods for me to take my turn. I watch as the ball hits the ground and rolls an extra couple of feet toward the hole and turn back to Angie.
“Huh,” she thinks about my truths and a lie.
“Well, based on how you golf, I’d say the year to play on the PGA tour is a truth.
I’m weirdly sensing that you double-majored in communications and graphic design, so that’s a bit of a truth and a lie.
And I’ve kissed you, so I know you have way more experience than a first kiss in college while in your twenties, so that must be the lie. ”
I stop in front of her and lift her chin, so we’re eye-to-eye. Her blue eyes sparkle with life and I think she’s also gotten a little kick out of her guesses. “Hmm. You’re right. My first kiss wasn’t until my final year of college.”
I knock the surprise off her face with a breath-stealing kiss.
My hand wraps around the back of her neck, anchoring her to me as I devour her.
Angie welcomes my tongue tangling with hers with a moan that reverberates down to my toes and my other hand presses on her lower back, pushing her into my erection.
She whimpers as she feels the effect she has on me and I welcome the sting on my scalp as Angie tugs on my hair.
Her hands slide into the back pockets of my shorts and she uses that motion to lock us together.
With the pressure, my dick gets a little reprieve, but only so much.
I break the kiss and trail kisses down her neck and chest, but someone whistling in the distance douses cold water on us, effectively breaking us apart.
My forehead rests against her chest while I catch my breath and the added feel of her hands running through my hair does the trick. Until it doesn’t and I get aroused all over again. “Well, for a late bloomer, you’ve certainly got my stamp of approval.”
I chuckle and place a kiss on her neck before pulling away from her. “Go hit the ball, you tease.”
Angie slides by me, fixes the tee, then places the ball on top. “Hmm. Two truths and a lie. I’m not a natural blonde, I’m ambidextrous, and I was popular in high school.”
She takes my silence as thinking and lines up to hit the ball.
When she does, it sails through the air and drops next to mine, but rolls about a foot further.
Angie is a natural and has picked up the sport quicker than any newbie should.
My jaw hangs slack as I watch the ball land not too far from mine.
“Well?” she asks after she’s finished watching the ball move and out of the corner of my eye, I see she turns to me for my answer.
I shake my head and give her my full attention as we walk back to the golf cart. “Two truths would be that you’re ambidextrous from years of piano training and that you were popular in high school. So the lie is your hair color.”
“I hate to break your streak, but I was far from popular in high school,” she says and takes a seat, waiting for me to whisk us closer to where our balls are.
“What? How is that possible?”
I see her shrug out of the corner of my eye.
“I don’t know. I had “friends” but it was all very surface-level.
So I was very much a loner until two people welcomed me into their circle.
But before them, I didn’t really go to any school events, and my school spirit was in the dirt.
And eventually, those two friends I had dropped off after Liam died. ”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I didn’t really give them much of a choice to stick around. I shut everyone out and it was better for me to do the leaving than for them to do the leaving.”
We get out of the cart and finish up the last round. Us playing two truths and a lie while golfing has made this outing go by faster than any I’ve ever played before. In fact, I think I now prefer to play this way.
After we sink our balls, I turn to Angie. “Do you know what they’re up to now? Your former friends?”
She turns to me and nods, but I see the slight sheen of tears in her eyes. “They went to the same college on the other end of the state and joined the same sorority. We’ll give each other the occasional ‘like’ on social media, but that’s about it.”
“Do you miss them?”
I’ve noticed that when something plagues Angie, she’ll get this far away look in her eye like right now and twist the ring on her thumb.
And I’ll know not to rush her because that’s her way of processing things.
“Sometimes,” she eventually says with a shrug, “and I always wonder if our friendship was so strong, because even in high school when either of us needed each other, we were there—why didn’t they push for me to let them in.
See? Surface-level. But it was also on me.
Because I haven’t really let anyone in, until you. ”
I raise my hand and push back strands of blonde hair behind her ear that have escaped her ponytail. I don’t say anything and neither does she. The weight of Angie’s words bouncing around in my brain from today and one of our first interactions weighs heavily.
It’s never something you think you’ll find yourself hearing.
That the person you’re starting to fall for really has no one except you.
Maybe she’s preferred it that way to avoid feeling disappointed.
Or maybe she’s been waiting for someone to notice that she hates being alone.
And you have to wonder if it’s them forming an unhealthy attachment to you—the you who’s showing them what it’s like to have someone.
Or is their attachment to you the same form of attachment that you’re displaying?
Is that love? No way. It’s too soon. Sure, we’ve been getting to know each other for the last month. I think about her all the time. I've slacked on my routine to spend as much time as I can with her. But it can’t be love. Can it? I said I was falling for her, but I’m not sure if it’s love.