“You know, I might be into you bossing me around a lil bit.”
I move his hand off my throat to wrap my hand around his and lean up to whisper in his ear. “Get in the fucking car.”
He leans away with a glimmer in his eye. “Oh yeah, I like that shit.”
Why is this man good at everything?
I bring him to Topgolf, thinking it’d be something cute, but he’s about to be whisked away on the PGA Tour.
He drops his head onto my shoulder. “Ohh, don’t look like that. You’re doing great!”
I look over to the scoreboard, then back to him. “I’m doing well, but I’m nowhere near beating you, and I don’t like that.”
“I’m so sorry to let you down.”
Mushing his face with my palm, I walk over to grab my club and take my turn. I know I must look dumb as hell up here, but I find myself not caring. My swings are wild and ridiculous, usually missing the ball entirely at least once before finally connecting. It’s fun. I’m having fun. With Micah. And for no other reason than I want to. I’d forgotten how nice it is to just be with him. Time and hurt can take a heavy toll on your good memories.
As I’m taking my next swing, I catch sight of another round of drinks being dropped off at our table. I sashay over to Micah and fall into his lap.
“Are you having fun?” he asks as he wraps his arms around my waist.
I bite my bottom lip. “I really am. You’re not a bad date.”
“You really have a way with words,” he chuckles.
“I know, I won a poetry contest at school when I was in fourth grade.”
“Forreal?”
“Yeah. If I remember correctly, it was a poem about friendship.”
He tilts his head, impressed. “Okay,Color of Friendshiphead ass. You’re full of surprises, Dani Jenkins.”
“Gotta keep you on your toes.” I kick my legs in the air and then take another sip of my drink. “It’s your turn, by the way.”
“I know. But I really like the position I’m in right now.”
I grind my ass down onto his lap and he grips my hip.
“Storm, if you think I won’t spread you open on this table so everyone can watch me take care of that perfect little pussy of yours, you’re sorely mistaken.”
I clear my throat and jump up from his lap. I’m not about to fuck around and find out. “My God, today, please, go take your turn.” I point in the direction of the bay.
He slides his hands down the front of his pants as he stands. “Maybe on the second date, then.”
After our first game finishes, we still have time left on our reservation, so we decide to make things a little more interesting.
“Truth or dare, Storm,” Micah asks as he sends the ball flying.
“You don’t even know if it’s gonna land in the right spot.”
“I do know because I haven’t missed yet.” He holds his hand over his eyebrows dramatically as we watch the ball land in the right target.
Son of a bitch.
We’ve been playing truth or dare, but we can ask only if we hit our ball in the target the other person picks. Micah has been wiping the floor with my ass. You’d think he’d take pity on me and miss at least one, but no.
“Ugh, fine. Dare.”
