"I'm not sleeping with you", I tell Sam, firmly. Even at 18 Sam was known to be a bit of a player, with a new girl taking his fancy each month, a glorified f**k boy, as Bridget would later call him.
"Whoa, who said anything about shagging, I said a kiss Veronica, just a simple kiss, geez woman, Lucas would murder me if I slept with his girl"
He takes his golf ball and places it on the felt, green fake turf for hole number one, takes a moment to analyse the course before swinging his putter back slightly and tapping the ball, it slides down the green and lands effortlessly in the hole. He turns to look at me, giving me a smug smile.
"In case you forgot, I broke up with Lucas, I am in no way 'his girl' as you phrased it, I'm completely single" I protest as I follow his lead, taking my fir
