Chasing You

Chapter 9

Kelsie's POV

Ryan would not tell me where we were going. All he said was it was going to be fun. When he pulled into a parking lot and stopped, I couldn't help but smile.

"Top Golf Ryan. Really?" I laughed. "I have never played more than miniature golf. I'm not sure I can actually hit a golf ball for distance.
What if I look ridiculous and make a fool of myself?"

"You can do it. It'll be fun. I promise. No one is going to care what you look like. You said you wanted to hit something, here's your chance."

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"Ugh! What am I doing wrong." I cried out in exasperation as I swung, and missed the golf ball for the third time.

"You're thinking about it too much, and you're trying to kill the ball. The main thing you need to do is keep your eye on the ball the entire time." He stepped up behind me, until I was flush against him, and placed his hands over mine on the golf club I was holding. My breath caught in my throat from his close proximity. He brought my arms back, and we swung the club. To my delight, I made contact with the ball, and sent it out onto the range.

All too soon, he stepped back. "There. Just like that. You got two points." He said.

My body was still tingling from being pressed against Ryan's. I could still feel the heat on my hands from contact with his. The sexual chemistry between us was almost unbearable. My body was begging for him to touch me again, but my head was telling me I needed some distance.

"You're up." I said to Ryan, as I stepped off of the putting area, and accidentally brushed against him. By the look on his face, he felt the same sparks I did, but he did not say anything, he just went about his turn.

As he swung the club, I could see the his defined back muscles through his T shirt. The bulging veins in his forearms taunted me even more, just like they did a few nights ago when he had carried Mason into the house. How was I going to maintain friends only boundaries when I seriously wanted to jump him right now?

Ryan sent the ball sailing a few hundred feet. He had a natural athleticism, and he made it look so effortless.

On my next turn, I thought about what Ryan had told me, to keep my eye on the ball the entire time. I tried to mimic what I had just seen him do. I swung the club as hard as I could, but once again, I completely missed the ball.

"I suck at this." I groaned.

"You're still trying to kill the ball. Just relax and let it come natural. This is supposed to be fun." He said.

Yeah fun. I was getting my ass kicked.

He came up behind me like he did earlier, his hands over mine on the golf club, his head over my shoulder. I turned my head just a bit towards him, and we were close enough that I could feel his breath in my face. I could feel his hands tighten over mine. I could see his eyes turn a shade darker. I could hear the change in his breathing, and knew he was just as affected as I was. I turned my head another inch, and my lips were on his. I couldn't resist his sweetness. The golf club fell out of my hand, as his hands moved to my waist, and he turned me toward him. My arms were locked around his neck, fingers threading through his soft, curly hair. Neither of us cared that we were in a public place. Nothing at all mattered to me in that moment except for how sweet he tasted, and how he made me feel.

At that moment I knew for sure. There was no pretending, no denying. I had fallen for him.

He slowly broke out of the kiss, and rested his forehead against mine, as he looked deep into my eyes, he said "Take your shot."

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Ryan had been right in taking me to Top Golf. It was a lot of fun, and I did feel really good hitting something. It really helped to get some of my frustrations out.

I couldn't stop thinking about his comment "take your shot." The double meaning was not lost on me. As strongly as I felt for Ryan, was I ready to take my shot?

After Top Golf, in which I seriously got my ass kicked, we stopped for lunch. I was having a great time with Ryan. He was right. It was fun. He was so funny, I couldn't stop laughing. He was so easy to be with.

As our day went on, I began thinking more and more about my feelings for Ryan. Feelings that he had reciprocated. He was in, but it was up to me.

Of course, my first thought was Mason. How would he feel if I decided to pursue a relationship with Ryan? Mason and I were going to have to have a talk about it soon. I needed to know that he was okay with everything. I never imagined I would find myself in this situation. Honestly, the whole thing felt surreal, and I constantly had to pinch myself just so I would know it was really happening, that it was not some crazy dream.

As soon as we arrived back at my house, I found myself in Ryan's arms. The kisses were sweet and tantalizing, and quickly heating up. There was not doubting our chemistry, and I let myself go, lost in the feeling of his mouth moving against mine. His tongue caressing and coaxing mine. His hands under my T-shirt, slowly pushing it upward. My skin burning from his touch. I was not going to fight it.

I slipped my hands under his shirt and pulled it over his head. We were now skin to skin, except for my bra. As soon as he unbuttoned the top of my jeans, my phone rang. I groaned in frustration, tempted to ignore it, but something told me not to.

I glanced at the screen to see who was calling. It was John, the father of Mason's friend that he had spent the night and afternoon with. My maternal sixth sense kicked in.

"Kelsie, it's John. You need to come to the hospital. Mason's been in an accident."

I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me as the phone slipped out of my hand.