I purposely hit the ball with my putter wrong and it went flying into a nearby puddle, Harry jogged over and got it out. He shook it off and put it back on the green turf.
"Thanks," I smiled, before hitting it again, this time it went over the edge and went into a bush, Harry once again jogged over to get it,
"Thanks again," I laughed,
"Do you need some help?" he laughed,
"Maybe," I laughed, and in a matter of seconds he was behind me pressing my back to his front and as his arms wrapped around mine and his massive hands held my tiny ones on the putter. He bent down and guided my arms as he helped me gently hit the ball into the hole.
"Yeah! Hole in one!" he cheered,
"That was all me," I laughed,
"Yeah? You think so?" he teased,
"Hells yeah I do," I said cockily,
"Let's raise the stakes then if you're such a champ," he grinned,
"Sure, $10?" I laughed,
"How about loser gives the winner a kiss," he grinned evilly,
"Aaaand, loser buys ice-cream!" I cheered,
"I hope you brought lots of money," he teased,
"I hope you brushed your teeth," I shot back, he shook his head as he hit the ball and also got a hole in one. Here we go.
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