Crushing on my Billionaire Best Friend - Jolie Day Page 0,41

breath and stepped over to the bucket of balls behind us. I tried placing one on the tee, just as he had done, but of course, mine fell off and went rolling down the hill without ever even touching the end of the club Oliver had shoved in my hands.

Baring my teeth in a nervous laugh, I slinked back over to grab another ball. This one managed to stay put long enough for me to square up to it.

“Sure, I can get the hang of this,” I said out loud to myself as I reared back in the same way all the other people were. No problem. I’ve so got this!

But my club went flying right past the ball without even so much as grazing it. I laughed it off and tried again. Um, so, I don’t “got” this… God, I sucked ass at golf. But at least I managed to hang onto the club. That was a plus.

Oliver chuckled and stepped forward. I stiffened when he stood right next to me and said, “Here, let me help you with your form.”

I had been worried about my chest against his back if he forced me onto his bike, but now it was his chest against my back, which as it turned out was just as bad. I could feel his perfectly chiseled abs pressing against me and his warm breath on the back of my neck. His large hands wrapped around my grip on the club, placing his arms skin to skin against mine.

Everything in me tensed up as I swallowed hard, trying to keep my feet firmly planted. I wanted to run away. I needed to flee from him just like I always did. But I wouldn’t. I had a plan. I also didn’t want to be hit with another lecture from him for making things weird, and I didn’t know how many more of those I could take before the whole awful truth came spilling out.

Okay, I didn’t really want to run, but his being so close, the feel of him, it was too much. I wanted him so badly—all of him.

So, I told my internal voice to shut the hell up.

“Just relax,” Oliver said softly against my ear in that deep, sexy rasp he pulled off so well whenever he was speaking quietly.

The minute he said it, I relaxed too much. I completely melted inside and felt my grip loosen around the club. If Oliver hadn’t been positioned behind me with his hands on mine, I might have dropped the damn thing. But it seemed to be exactly what he needed from me. He started molding me like putty in his hands.

Everything around us seemed to dissipate as he offered tips on where to move my hands and how to stand. I couldn’t breathe when his hand dropped to my hip as he moved one of my legs a few inches back. I was losing myself in his voice and turned my head, bringing us face-to-face. I didn’t know why I did it, but there we were, suddenly—his face and lips inches away from mine, with his body wrapped around me from behind.

Oliver had been in the middle of explaining something, but his words slowed before stopping entirely. It was like a million fantasies I’d had over the years—a moment where everything was still, and we were close. I’d pictured it happening so many times just before we finally kissed. I couldn’t believe it was finally happening in real life. A breeze went by, filling my nostrils with the scent of his cologne: notes of cedar and mint. His brown eyes drifted down my face, landing on my lips. I parted them instinctually, and we both seemed to linger far too long.

He took a step back. “Just like that. You’re getting the hang of it. Now try it again.”

I instantly missed the warmth of his body against mine, but I sucked it up and closed my eyes, trying to compose myself. Inside I was screaming, how can I be expected to swing this club like all of that didn’t just happen?

If I waited too long, things would get awkward. I hurled my arms forward like I never had before, letting them glide smoothly through the air. The tip of the club smacked into the ball, sending it flying all the way out to the fifty-yard mark.

Fifty yards was the closest distance marker, so every other golfer around was looking at me like I was crazy. But since