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LANDO'S HANDS were sweating, losing his grip on the golf club

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LANDO'S HANDS were sweating, losing his grip on the golf club. Eleanor was watching him intently, and he wanted desperately to shoot this ball into the hole, which was obviously the entire point of golf. He took a deep breath, shook his head at himself for being so nervous and hit the ball.

It soared through the air, hit the ground and rolled steadily into the hole. Lando punched the air and grinned widely, bowing jokingly as Tom, Connor and Max applauded. Alena and Eleanor were whooping from their spot near the golf cart.

Lando made his way over to the beautiful brunette. They were matching in their outfits, a completely unintentional occurrence which had caused a long round of teasing from Max and some laughs among the rest of his friends.

Where Lando wore a white and grey baseball-style hoodie with dark grey trousers and a white Yankees cap, Eleanor wore a dark grey vest (that showed off her cleavage, something Lando may have noticed a bit too quickly) and a white skirt with white sneakers.

He walked towards the golf kart, ready to switch his club for the next round as Max, Tom and Connor stayed behind, discussing lunch and time logistics. Lando didn't care—he was drawn to Eleanor. When he approached her, Alena noticed the look in his eyes and winked, walking off to the group and leaving the two lovebirds alone.

Eleanor was leaned against the kart's seat, smiling softly. "I'm really enjoying myself. Thank you for inviting me."

The boy in front of her smiled back, "I'm glad. They really like you."

"I like them, too."

The pair shared a moment of silence, soft smiles on their lips and their eyes—blue and green—shimmered with hidden joy. Lando was the first to break eye contact, feeling like a giddy twelve year old about to have his first kiss. He leaned past her, reaching for a golf club, and although there was enough space between him and Eleanor, he noticed her sharp intake of breath.

Eleanor, on the other hand, was hit by his addictive scent, a mixture of citrus and sandalwood that had desire pooling in her stomach. His tanned skin looked deliciously appealing in the golden sunlight, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, turning them a rosy pink. If his friends weren't a couple of feet away, she would pull him towards her and kiss him. Hard.

He noticed the way her green eyes flickered to his lips and back up to meet his eyes, teeth sinking into her bottom lip when she found him staring intently at her. Lando inhaled sharply, the club slipping out of his sweaty hands and hitting him hard in his thigh.

"Oh!" Eleanor exclaimed, reaching forward with a lightning fast reflex and catching the falling club. Lando doubled over, and for a second Eleanor was afraid he'd been hurt very badly (although one could question how badly one could be hurt by a blunt golf club). When he finally lifted his head, however, he was laughing. She couldn't help but join him, eliciting strange glances from the group behind him.


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