Time passed slowly and ruthlessly while the sun dropped lazily towards the ocean. Reggie took a seat in one of the carts and rode back to the eighteenth starting tee, forcing himself not to look at Russell. He felt resigned.
The cart ran fast on the path while the evening air chilled his cheeks. When he closed his eyes, he relived the kiss he had shared that morning with Russell. It had to be the most intense one in his life. He had never been kissed like that before; not as a first kiss, at least.
Russell had made his whole body vibrate, eliciting an incredible sensation of ecstasy in every corner of his being. And for Russell, it hadn’t meant a thing.
Get lost.
At the memory, Russell bit his lip. Then he felt a soft touch on his left hand—Carlos. They had arrived. Time to start again
