Okay, so you know the drill by now, Stephenie owns everything. And I really hope you enjoy this chapter. 33
I looked around in surprise at how fast we got there. Of course, this wasn't unexpected, as fast as he drove. I saw a bunch of random statues around and I couldn't help but smile.
"We're going mini golfing?"
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"Yes," he said simply and pressed a button on his doors open as one. We both got out and they shut behind us. We moved to the front of the car and walked to the ticket stand hand-in-hand.
"Okay, I'll admit it, I'm excited." Of all the ideas the came through my mind, mini-golfing was not one of them. It was one of the many things that I was not good at. I blushed at the thought of what could go wrong.
"Are you okay?" Edward probably noticed my blush and put a comforting arm around me.
"I'm not very good at mini-golf," I admitted, putting my head down. "You'll have to help me a bit, if you do not want to get embarrassed."
"'Not getting embarrassed'" he repeated and chuckled. "Bella, I'm not wearing a shirt and you are worrying about you embarrassing me. Look around you; you'll notice that it is kind of like our first day at Fork's High as a couple."
I did as he requested and he was right. As we got closer to the ticket stand, there were more people. Some people did look over their shoulder while others did double takes. Little kids who were leaving with their parents wouldn't take their eyes off of him. It made me uncomfortable to see that other and prettier teenagers were looking at his abs and his pecks. He didn't seem to notice that though.
The blush deepened in my cheeks and I almost wished that Edward had taken us somewhere more cliché and private, like our meadow. He didn't seem to mind the eyes. If anything, he was enjoying this.
I poked his ribs and laughed at his confidence.
"Are you sure they are not going to kick you out?" I asked, raising my eyebrows so he would know what I meant. "I mean it can't me allowed, can it?"
"Well, we'll see, I suppose." He said as we got second in line. "If not, I'll just have to bring you straight to the second part of our date."
This caught me by surprise. Great, now another puzzle I have to think through. I frowned and looked down at my feet to think.
"What is the second part, Edward?" I asked through my teeth when I couldn't think of a realistic answer.
"Nothing to terrible." He smiled at me, trying to change my mood, then moved forward in line. "Two for mini-golf…uh, can we have four balls? She isn't very good at this."
I wanted to say something, but was too angry to, so I settled for stomping on his foot. For all he responded, he didn't even notice. I huffed in aggravation.
"Sure," he said, to my embarrassment. "For the happiness of our other customers, I'm going to have to ask you to put on a shirt." He seemed like he didn't want to say anything.
"I'm sorry, but I can't," said Edward, he laid down the money and left before the guy behind the desk could say anything else. I shrugged at him and followed Edward. I had to run to catch up. I was laughing by the time our hands were together again.
"I guess it is allowed," I whispered.
"He's thinking about abandoning his post and coming after us." He chuckled and didn't stop. I didn't find this embarrassing because I was laughing along with him. Suddenly, he scooped me into a hug while we were walking. He didn't let go until hole number one.
"Ladies first," said Edward and handed me my golf club. He held out both of his hands and gave me the choice of which one I wanted. I smiled at him and chose the red one, leaving him with the blue one.
Edward sat down on the bench and watched me look at the course ahead of me. This one was just a simple get it around the corner one. It still made me nervous when I could feel his eyes on the back of my neck. I turned around to look at him and he had an innocent expression on.
"Everything okay?" asked Edward.
"Uh, yeah." I hurried up and swung. My ball hit the base board on the opposite side and rolled back at me. It stopped at my foot. My score is now negative one foot. "No laughing," I grumbled, even though he wasn't
"You have such bad luck," he said and tugged me out of the way. "My turn."
He seemed to be measuring everything up and to be doing some serious thinking. He put his blue ball down on the very edge of the mat.
"What are you doing?" I asked curiously.
He didn't look at me but answered slowly. "I'm using a mixture of geometry and physics to get a hole in one."
"Obviously," I said sarcastically but smiled. I smiled because I realized that he was the only boyfriend in the world who can do that and he was all mines. What I wouldn't give to just put my lips to his for just one second and-
I cut myself off right there. It didn't do any good to think about it. Instead, I looked around this course and noticed that this place was very romantic and pretty. It was totally dark out right now but it looked like all the trees and bushes were covered in silver lights. It looked like this setting was screaming for some romance between me and Edward. I wondered if he had planned this. Probably.
"Hole in one!"
I walked over to him and put my arms around his waist. If he was going to torture me with a romantic setting then I am going to torture him right back. Only if I could torture him to the degree he could right now.
I leaned back so that if his arms weren't there supporting me, I would be on my butt. "Maybe you can help me get a hole in one." I whispered when his lips were a centimeter away from mine. I tried to make my tone as flirty as possible. I don't know if I succeeded or not.
"Maybe," he whispered back and met his lips with mine. I already mentally prepared myself and bit my lips in between my teeth. His lips moved to my jaw and down my neck. I closed my eyes to control my need. His hands moved down my ribs, down my waist and settled on my hips.
The mental battle in my mind became too much when his tongue decided to have some fun too and my knees buckled. He didn't seem to notice because his grip on my hips was keeping me on my feet. My mind was pure bliss. There was not a doubt in my mind that if I didn't stop this now, I would never be able to.
"Ed...Edward?" my voice was as weak as my will.
"Mmm," he sighed to the indent on my collarbone. He seemed to be just as gone as I was right now. I couldn't think of any words to stop him so I just settled for pushing him away. He knew to back off when I used all my strength to get him off of me. I was thankful that he was still holding me up because I would never be able to do it by myself.
Neither of us spoke until we were both not panting,
"That was…nice." I said breathlessly.
"Yes," agreed Edward and let me go. I stumbled a bit but I caught myself. He retrieved my gold club from the ground. "I believe that it is now your turn."
I grabbed my golf club from him and looked down to find my ball. I couldn't see it. Edward smiled and reached down under a bush. He put it down exactly where it had landed before.
"You kicked it when we were kissing," said Edward, smiling.
"While you were kissing." I corrected him under my breathe.
I tried to mimic what Edward had done before and it hit off the sides a couple of times. It didn't have the same out come but I did manage to get it into the second leg.
Edward took my hand and we walked back over tot eh ball. It took five more times for me to get the ball in. Overall, it was sort of embarrassing. Edward didn't seem to mind, either. There was a line behind us. Before we got to the second hole, we thought it would be polite to give them the spot in front of us.
As we waited for the two preteen girls to finish, Edward decided to attack my neck with his lips again. It was easier to ignore him this time because I was concentrating on the two girls not concentrating on their game but rather Edward's body. If I could hear them whispering, then definitely Edward could, though he just kissed my neck.
By the time, five minutes later, which the preteens left for hole number three, Edward had finished.
"You know," he said conversationally as he set up my ball "it actually makes me feel better when I am at least kissing you."
"Oh," I couldn't think of anything else to say and not wanting to make it worse for myself.
"You want to know something else?" said Edward, coming to stand behind me. He put his arms around me and his hands over mine on the golf club. "You hold a golf club completely wrong. Here, you hold one like this."
He moved my hands so one was slightly over the other. "Now," he whispered against my neck "You swing." He brought our arms up and swung it directly into the ball. The ball shot into the windmill and out the other side.
I didn't notice this though. I just thought about the delicious feeling of his breath against my skin, his skin against mine. The more I thought about it, the harder it was to focus on reality. It felt like my body went hot and cold at the same time.
"Hole in one," he whispered before kissing my neck.
"Okay, Edward…stop it." I stepped away from him and he let me go. He put his ball down and got ready to swing, trying to find the perfect angel.
"Why did you want me to stop?" he asked, while inspecting the windmill. I decided to ignore that question.
I knew that he was just trying to show off his golfing talents. What he did next proved that. He swung the ball hard. It hit the mill as it was swinging around, then it shot back and Edward picked up his hand inconspicuously. The ball bounced off of it with a sharp crashing sound. I watched it soar over the wind mill and out of sight.
I opened my mouth to ask but Edward had his hand u to say 'one second'. He was listening for something/ "Hole in one," he said with a smile.
"How did you do that? I gawked at him.
"Ancient Chinese geometry." He smiled at me and led us over to retrieve our balls. All was good for the next three holes. He helped me get holes in one or two while he practiced his 'ancient Chinese geometry'. I could tell that the real reason he was helping me was so he could hear my heart fly and breathing shorten. No doubt, part of the plan bringing me here.
Hole six looked like it was going to be one of my favorites. We had to swing the ball over a bridge. The bridge was on top of a deep looking pool. The mini golf kind of pool that looked half chlorine and you always wanted to go swimming in.
"I can do this one by myself," I said to Edward. There was just something about the hole that made me want to conquer it by myself. Edward nodded and stood to the side.
I put my ball down and looked to the other side of the bridge. Keeping my eyes on the tiny hole on the other side, like Edward does, I swung. The ball flew into the air then ka-plunk.
Oops.
I looked to Edward and saw him smiling at me with a smirk. I wanted to kiss those lips right into…no, I can't think of that.
"What now?" I asked, thinking about the spare balls in his pocket.
"I got it," he declared and starting taking his shoes off. Oh, no! He can't be! He took his shoes off and his socks soon followed. He walked over to the bridge and climbed onto the railing as I stared wide-eyed at him. Then he stood on the edge of the edge of the rail as only a vampire could and went in after the ball.
A soon as my legs would let me I ran to the edge of the pool and waited for him to surface. Finally, he did. My red ball was in his hand. He flipped over so he was floating on his back.
"Edward Cullen!" I gasped.
"Come on in, love," he smiled up at me. "The water is heated."
"Get your butt out of that pool." I shouted. This seriously could not be happening on top of everything else today. Why, oh why, did Edward did Edward choose today to be as immature as a teenager.
"Only if you kiss me," he responded and was throwing the golf ball at lightning speed to each hand.
"GET OUT!" I screamed and was surprised to hear a voice added to mine. I turned to look behind me and saw a guy in a manager shirt running towards us.
"Get your clothes back on and get out of this park!" he shouted at Edward. His voice was the kind of intimating voice that you heard on T.V.
"Okay, I'm coming out," said Edward, rolling his eyes so only I could see him do so. He put his shoes and socks back on slowly as though he was trying to do it in slow motion, or trying to get on the guy behind us' nerves. Mr. Manager huffed in impatience behind us. "Okay, sir, I am ready to go."
The manager didn't say anything about the missing shirt, so I am guessing that he had already heard. I didn't have time to talk to Edward until the parking lot. The manager was behind us, annoyingly close although the courses.
"Why did you do that?" I whisper-yelled at him.
"I could hear his thoughts coming. They were saying that he needed to kick out the shirtless punk kid. I just gave him something to kick me out about. I am entirely sorry about that. I wish we could have stayed a while longer. You seemed to be having fun and I know I was."
"That's' okay," I smiled. "It's not your fault. I still had fun. I think you should most definitely join a golf team."
He laughed as he opened my door. We were in and on the road.
"Looks like I'm going to have to bring you to the second part of our date."
This is my longer chapter to date. Um, 2565 words. Whoa! Review please if you want me to update, please don't swear at me, Rachellll. I had some friend and family issues along with school work, my life is not this site, get used to it.