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Calum is standing waiting with two put clubs in hand when I walk up to the establishment from the cab which just dropped me off. The way his eyes seem to light up the moment he notices me nearing him makes my stomach bubble with nervosity.
"Hey." He leans forward, placing the hand which holds two golf balls at my lower back as he places a quick peck on my cheek. "You got here all right?"
"Yeah," I nod. "The cab driver was surprisingly friendly."
"Good," he says, and then he holds the two spheres between us. "Grab your ball and we'll start."
"OK." I let my fingers grab hold of the pink ball, but I look up at Calum who clears his throat.
"The blue one's yours," he says with a teasing smirk. "I chose the pink for myself."
"All right," I say. I drop the pink ball back into his palm and pick up the blue one before turning to walk over to the first course. "You guys really are attached to your balls."
Calum let's out a bubbly laugh at my words and looks on as I place down my ball and get ready to make my first shot of the evening.
"Will you be my personal chef for the rest of the week if I win?"
"Sure," he shrugs. "What services can you offer me when I win?"
"We get really good samples of products from different brands at the magazine," I tell him. "I can get you some free moisturizer."
"Sick. I'll take it." I laugh before hitting my ball having it travel to make a hole in one. I turn to Calum with an overly sweet smile.
"You better say goodbye to those anti-aging properties you won't get to experience," I tease him. "Say hello to Wrinkle City."
"Oh you're mean," he glares me down, pushing past me to place down his own ball. "But it'll be you who'll be nibbling on Lunchables while my collagen production goes through the roof."
"Don't talk skin care with me, it gets me all hot and bothered," I joke using my hand to fan my face. Calum shakes his head in amusement and sends his ball off—much to my disappointment making it in as well.
"Yeah, talking collagen production and papaya enzymes really gets me going too. It's borderline orgasmic really."
"You're really well read on skin care."
"I have an older sister," he shrugs. "I won't complain though; she keeps me looking young."
"Amen to that."
...
Calum walks over with a bottle of beer in each hand to where I am sitting on top of a picnic table, my feet resting on the bench attached to it. He goes to hand me the drink but pulls it back just as my fingertips ghost over the condensation covering the glass. I shoot him a quizzical look. "You are twenty one, right?"
"Yes," I say rolling my eyes eat him.
"Good." He hands me the beer with a humorous grin and takes a seat beside me on the wooden table. We look out over the Hudson and the twinkling lights of the city of New York across the bridge cast a reflection over the water. "I'm looking forward to trying out that moisturizer."
"Oh shut up," I laugh. It's nearing nine o'clock and Calum has yet to sidestep.
"So how did you get into writing?"
"I read a lot when I grew up," I tell him. "It was a kind of escapism for me during my parents's tumultuous divorce. I guess that's why I ended up writing a column on relationships, because after my parents split my mom went from man to man and now that's kind of the only view I have on love; that you'll always be left disappointed, no matter how carefully you pick out and calculate your date to make sure there aren't any flaws."
"Good thing I picked you then." I take a swig of my beer. "So how many hearts have you crushed?"
"I've been on a hundred and seventy three first dates this year." As soon as I say it Calum chokes on the beer he had decided to gulp down just as I spoke. He coughs.
"That's a lot."
"Yeah," I agree. "If I go on at this pace I'll be sure to break two hundred by the end of the year."
"How many guys have gotten a second date out of you though?"
"He's sitting in front of me right now."
"Then maybe you won't break two hundred after all."
"Yeah, maybe."
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I literally feel so inspired this story really just flows so well for me with the writing
I literally write each chapter fifteen minutes before I put it up
