It was a beautiful day, the sun warm but not scorching as Drew led you onto the pristine green of the golf course. You had laughed when he first suggested the idea of golfing, thinking he was joking, but here you were—holding a club with zero idea of what you were doing.

“Okay, baby,” Drew said, chuckling as he adjusted his baseball cap and grabbed his club, walking over to stand behind you. “I can already tell this is gonna need some hands-on instruction,” he teased.

Before you could protest, Drew stepped closer, so close his chest pressed lightly against your back. His hands slid over yours on the club, guiding your grip. “Relax,” he murmured, his voice deep and warm, sending a tingle down your spine.

His cologne wrapped around you as his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. “Hold it like this. See?” His hands adjusted your grip effortlessly, his touch making your heartbeat quicken.

“I, uh—yeah,” you stammered, your voice higher than usual.

“Good,” Drew said with a small smirk. You could hear it in his tone, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

He nudged your stance, his legs framing yours as his hands guided the club into position. “Now, keep your eye on the ball, and when I say, just swing nice and easy.”

You nodded, biting your lip to suppress a smile, though your flustered state wasn’t lost on him. He leaned in again, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re doing great, sweetheart. I told you, you’d be a natural.”

His words sent a rush of butterflies to your stomach. “You’re just saying that to distract me,” you murmured.

Drew chuckled, the sound vibrating against your back. “Maybe. Is it working?”

You rolled your eyes, trying not to let his teasing unravel you further. But when he praised you again, his hands still steadying yours, you couldn’t stop the blush spreading across your cheeks.