True Love Waits novel Chapter 1012

Birds of a feather flock together. That saying might be trite, but it was true when it came to Sheffield, Joshua and Gifford.

They were all handsome and well-mannered. Looking at Joshua's and Gifford's pretty faces alone was enough to make Ms. Wu's day.

Before long, they were chatting with each other and laughing.

Left alone, Evelyn turned her head to look at Sheffield, and happened to catch his eye. He was looking at her! He looked away and pretended to be practicing his swing.

With a smile, she walked over and stopped a few paces from him. "You seem to be good at this. Can you teach me?"

Sheffield deliberately looked around and asked Evelyn, "Sorry, were you talking to me?"

Evelyn rolled her eyes and answered, "Yes."

"Oh. I'm sorry, Miss Huo. I'm not that good. Maybe you can hire a professional coach." He practiced a few slices before he finally hit the ball.

The ball rolled down the lawn and into the hole.

Evelyn clapped her hands. "Look at you! I think you're good enough. Teach me."

His beloved woman was applauding for him? Despite his efforts to display false modesty, a smug look crept across Sheffield's features. He motioned her over and said, "Okay, since your standards for a coach are so low, I'll teach you."

He looked in his bag and selected a lady's club for her to use. Evelyn, who was standing where he had been a moment ago, took the club from him.

Sheffield said something to the caddies, and they all gathered around Ms. Wu, leaving the two alone.

Sheffield taught Evelyn how to hold the club as he said, "You put your left hand here and hold the club like this. And put your right hand here. No, that's not right. Like this." He walked over to her and put his arms around her from behind in one elegant maneuver. His hands covered hers. They held the club together.

Unsure whether or not he did this on purpose, she felt his hands on hers, and his breathing was hot in her ear. His voice was as tender and masculine as she remembered. She blushed.

Sheffield was still talking, his face so close to hers. "You don't come here a lot, do you?"

"No, Golf doesn't really do it for me." Carlos had taught her a little, but she wasn't really into it. His instruction went in one ear and out the other. She barely learned a thing. Matthew was totally a different case. Carlos never offered to teach him, but he was a natural.

"I like coming here every once in a while. It's relaxing," Sheffield remarked. He held her hands and guided her swing. She hit the first ball.

After doing this, he kissed her ear when she wasn't looking. By now, she was certain he was trying to seduce her.

"Focus! We need to follow the ball and line up the next shot," Sheffield reminded her and then went to pick up the ball.

'Not my fault. You distracted me, ' Evelyn retorted inwardly.

"Hold the club like this," he said, pausing to show her. "And swing," he instructed after again taking up position behind her, helping her swing. She was uncomfortably aware of his body close to hers.

"Wait!" Evelyn suddenly said.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm not sure I got it. You mean like this?" She put her hands on the club as he had taught her. At this point, she felt the old attraction coming back. She spoke from the heart.

"That will do. Then swing." She did swing the club.

Clumsily. She still hadn't quite gotten the hang of it.

After some time, Evelyn gradually figured out what was on Sheffield's mind. He wasn't really teaching her. It was just a ruse to get close to her.

As long as she was bad, he could keep holding her, helping her with proper form. To put it bluntly, he just wanted to hug her.