You never played golf. You were a pogue after all, it was obvious that your lack of financial stability caused you to be deprived of all those kook luxuries. Rafe could never have it in himself to be a prick to you; you were the exception. He hated every friend of Sarah except you when you both got together.

You’ve always accompanied Rafe with a topper and kelce at the golf course. Rafe had insisted that you learn for almost more than a week, arguing that he would have preferred to play with you rather than with Kelce and Topper.

That’s how you found yourself in this situation: Rafe’s hands were placed firmly on your waist, holding you still in the correct position. “Wait... like this,” he addressed you, moving your hands to position them correctly and then angle the bat better. “Once you are in this position, you calmly pull back the bat, maintaining the same angle. You focus on the hole, and then you hit the ball with a sharp blow.” his words were firm and clear, explaining the basic rules of golf, while with his hands still firm on yours, he showed you how you should have moved the bat back and then close to the white ball. “Got it?” he asked you, bringing you back to reality.