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Join Big Brothers Big Sisters of Grande Prairie & Area for their 1st Annual Golf FORE! Kids Sake Tournament presented by ARC Resources Ltd on September 14 at the Dunes Golf & Winter Club. Sponsorship opportunities and team registration are available now email [email protected] for full details.
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20th October 2023
Golf Outing Fundraiser for
#UnitedForTheTroops
Putnam Golf Course
https://unitedforthetroops.org/?fbclid=IwAR38C6RJkDM2xq_QZr2OQyTlSZJBhG94xkTSzCU5RieVPjUy4oVDtpkB9pE_aem_AdUumEZcm9cgBT2n_SvwCW_Iig-8sYDE5mQLDHrYsYUdHlvcWR7MF4GYlkfzQ78A2xI
#peekskill ny#peekskill new york#peekskill n.y.#city of peekskill#hudson valley#hudson valley ny#city of peekskill new york#westchester#hudsonvalley#westchester county#Putnam#Putnam county#United for the Troops#golf#fundraiser#golf fundraiser
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One thing you can count on at any Kennedy event is Keegan-Michael Key being there
#He's at a lot of there golf fundraisers#weddings#galas#not mad about it just find it funny#mans is practically part of the family at this point
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Discover the remarkable story behind Tennessee Brew Works' dedication to local communities and Tennessee State Parks. From their hit State Park Blonde Ale to a new variety pack, see how they blend craft beer with a cause. Learn about their inspiring contributions and find out how you can support the Tennessee State Parks Conservancy. Cheers to making a difference!
#Tennessee Brew Works has long been very generous to contributing to the local community. In addition to hosting events throughout the year l#live music performances that showcase local talent and block parties like their annual Cajun Boil and Rock ’n’ Roll Marathon afterparty#they have demonstrated a long-term commitment to the Tennessee State Parks system. Their State Park Blonde Ale has been a smashing success#raising almost $50#000 since 2018 for The Tennessee State Parks Conservancy#the statewide nonprofit fundraising partner of Tennessee State Park whose charge is “to support projects and programs that contribute to th#a mixed 12-pack of Tennessee State Parks-themed 12-ounce canned craft beers. In addition to the State Park Blonde#the new variety pack will feature Paris Landing Amber#Fall Creek Falls Grapefruit Kölsch and Cumberland Mountain Session IPA. The State Park Variety Pack will be available at Paris Landing Stat#Montgomery Bell State Park#Fall Creek Falls State Park and many other parks#as well as state park golf courses across Tennessee. I spoke with Tennessee Brew Works founder Christian Spears about the new program#and he says he's been quite pleased with the program thus far. While some people might raise an eyebrow at a partnership between state park#Spears is proud of what they’ve accomplished. “We’ve really been getting the message out there about the parks#” says Spears. “We want to emphasize that beer builds community#but that it also comes with responsibility. It’s been helpful with connecting with younger people.” If you’re not planning to visit a state#the State Park Variety Pack beers are also available at the Tennessee Brew Works’ taproom#located at 809 Ewing Ave.#in both cans and on draft. Taking their commitment further#Spears announced that proceeds ($1 per pint) from all Sunday beer sales at their taproom will benefit the Tennessee State Parks Conservancy#you’ll be helping to support a Tennessee treasure!#State Park Blonde Ale#State Park Variety Pack#Tennessee State Parks Conservancy
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Steve’s Auto Repair & Tire is proud to have been a supporter of this year’s John Jenkins Fore the Kids Golf Tournament.
Our Woodbridge auto repair shop served as a “hole sponsor” for the event. It was held at Old Hickory Golf Club in Lake Ridge on May 13.
The annual golf tournament raises funds for the Prince William County/Manassas Boys & Girls Clubs, which offer a variety of programs for youth. Some of the non-profit’s initiatives include Power Hour, Torch Club and Money Matters.
#steve's auto repair and tire#boys and girls club#prince william county virginia#golf tournament#fundraiser#woodbridge virginia
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Charity Golf Fundraising Company | Californiagolfevents.com
As the leading provider of charity golf fundraising services, Californiagolfevents.com invites you to join us in changing lives. Improve yourself and give back!
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Calling all Golfers for the 13th Annual Turkey Tee Off
“The Child Advocacy Center is calling all golfers for the 13th annual Turkey Tee Off,” announced Child Advocacy Center Leadership Team member Jessica Wauchek. “Come out and enjoy a fun golf tournament, and the funds raised will support critically needed services for child abuse victims!” The Turkey Tee Off golf tournament is scheduled for Saturday, November 4, 2023 at Smyrna Golf Course, located…
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The Ultimate Checklist for Organising a Golf Tournament Fundraiser
Organising a golf tournament fundraiser can be an effective way to raise funds for a charitable cause while enjoying a day on the greens. However, hosting a successful event requires meticulous planning and execution. In this article, Tower Trophies, an online trophies store, shares the ultimate checklist for a successful golf tournament fundraiser. 1. Establish Your Goals: Clearly define the…
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18th AHF Cup: A celebration of hope through golf
Celebrating 25 years of making a difference in communities, the Ang-Hortaleza Foundation, Inc. is back with its 18th AHF Cup, an Open Golf Tournament. This year’s event, set to take place on October 6, 2023, at the West Course of the prestigious Wack Wack Golf & Country Club in Mandaluyong City, promises to be a beacon of hope for aspiring entrepreneurs. Elevating Lives through…
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#18th AHF Cup#Ang-Hortaleza Foundation#Barrio Fiesta#change#charity golf event#community empowerment#corporate social responsibility#Dr. Rolando Hortaleza#Dr. Rosalinda Hortaleza#entrepreneurship#Filipino entrepreneurs#fundraising event#golf tournament#hope#livelihood programs#malnutrition#Mandaluyong City#mentorship#philanthropy#positive impact#press release#Prime Global Corporation#skills training#Supplemental Feeding#sustainable growth#Wack Wack Golf & Country Club
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Grande Prairie Legion #54’ 2nd Annual Fallen Comrades Golf Tournament is August 17 at Spruce Meadows! Call 780-832-1437 to sign up by August 9.
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Pinehurst
Polaroid Photo by author | Pinehurst, NC Golf townsand and spapines and pubscoddled traditions and legendsaround every corner My Grand-merealways spoke of azaleassparkles in her milky eyesand soft hands arounda pottery cup of chicory coffee another timeanother placeanother south This poem is a second one that I wrote for the photo, with the villanelle being shared on Tupelo Press’ website for…
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#ekphrastic writing#family#fundraiser#golf#grandmother#Memory#north carolina#on the road#out east#pinehurst#poem#poetry#polaroid#project#tupelo press#wanderlust
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The Summer Choices of Disc Golf
This summer, instead of signing up for every tournament possible and travelling all over the Province to play Disc Golf, I’ve decided this summer I would aim at improving my overall skills by playing in a competitive men’s league here in the City and if any local tournaments are accessible within an hours drive of home. Then I would play in those as well. SEASON IMPROVEMENTS Part of my…
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#26th Edmonton River City Cup#AHE Centennial Fundraiser Tournament#Alberta#Canada#Disc Golf#Edmonton Disc Golf Association#Goose Meadows Disc Golf Course#Hermitage Disc Golf Course#League Play#Niska Pashwahk Disc Golf Course#Rundle Disc Golf Course#Summer of choices#tournaments#Wildman Fall Classic
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🪱 Wiggly Wednesday 🪱
Steve who is forced into golf lessons at a young age because his dad expects him to play to impress business partners when he joins him at the firm.
Steve who is a naturally boisterous child, energetic, cheers when the ball goes in the hole even though you’re supposed to maintain composure and have minimal celebration.
His coach is endeared, but the moment his father sees it, he gets reprimanded and told to act “like an adult.”
Steve who is very good at golf, but hates it because he can’t enjoy it the way he wants to.
Steve who gets a scholarship to a university for golf, but ends up losing it because his grades aren’t the best.
Steve who gets disowned before he has a chance to redeem himself.
Steve who turns to being a caddy for money and ends up working a lot of special events, like fundraisers.
Which is when he meets Eddie Munson, the lead guitarist for the band that’s hired to do any special event at the club. He always wears the required uniform of black pants and a white button down, but he rolls the sleeves and shows off his tattoos, his hair is unruly, and he wears a smirk that Steve knows would irritate him on anyone else.
Eddie’s hot.
Steve’s a little bit of a slut.
They find a bathroom when everyone’s cleaning up.
It may be three in the afternoon, but there’s no proper time for a bathroom hookup.
It continues for months.
Neither of them ever talk about meeting up outside of this stolen time together in an empty bathroom at a country club filled with the worst types of people they could possibly have to be around.
Until Eddie makes the mistake of offering to drive Steve home. And Steve has to explain he’s currently living with his best friend and he doesn’t wanna risk her parents waking up from his loud van pulling in the driveway.
And then he makes the mistake of offering for Steve to stay the night with him in his new apartment.
“We can break in my bed,” he offers.
Steve’s mistake is that he agrees.
But is it a mistake if Steve starts to leave his clothes at Eddie’s? And starts staying every night with him, even when they aren’t planning on hooking up? And sometimes Eddie comes home from his regular day job as a mechanic to Steve cooking dinner for them? And Steve sometimes has nightmares that Eddie holds him through.
And sometimes they say they love each other.
Maybe more than sometimes.
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Apologies (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader pt 6)
Ahhh don't come at me for the lack of updates lately! 😅 I've been so distracted with watching the Olympics and my job. I'm not meant to work a ful-time job, your honor. I just wanna write silly fanfics all day and read all night pls and thanks ! Anyway, enjoy! 🩷
Benny x Bunny Masterlist
Word Count- 3.4k+
Summary- The last person you expect to be there to dry your tears is that stubbornly persistent biker of yours.
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Pete never showed up to your fundraiser. You had waited the whole afternoon in the hopes that you’d see him, but he wasn’t there for your event. He wasn’t there for the bake sale, or the picnic. He didn’t even show up for the auction which you were sure he’d be interested in that since one of the items to be sold was an expensive golf club set. He must have had other plans, you tried to tell yourself. He must have been too busy.
You hadn’t seen Benny after that either, but you tried to find that as more of a relief than disappointment, after all, he was the reason you and Pete had a bit of a disagreement anyway. Part of you wondered if he only showed up for your tent since you hadn’t seen him anywhere else at the charity afterwards. Regardless, the hours passed at the picnic and you eventually helped everyone pack up before you left too, riding home on your bicycle. You tried to call Pete when you made it home, but his mother answered and told you he wasn’t home. You asked her to have him call you when he could. You ate dinner with your family and tried to not look too hopeful every time the phone rang because it was never Pete calling you back. You expected to go to bed with a sense of dejection, but instead you were surprised to feel something closer to . . . relief.
So the next two days went by quickly. You were too busy with work and household chores to notice that Pete hadn’t called you back. It was only when you had gotten up early to start on breakfast on the third day that he finally did ring you.
“I’m sorry I haven’t seen you much,” he told you over the phone. “I miss you.”
“It’s okay, I’m sure you were busy,” you mumbled as you stirred the pancake batter, phone receiver balancing precariously between your cheek and shoulder.
“I want to see you this weekend. I can pick you up around noon on Saturday if you’re free.”
You agreed a bit reluctantly, but he didn’t seem to catch it.
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“Oh, are you going to teach me to golf?” you asked excitedly as Pete pulled into the country club parking lot. He’d been quiet to tell you where it was that he was taking you today, but you wanted to trust the spontaneity of the moment so you let him drive you to the mystery location. Out of all the places he could have surprised you with, this certainly wasn’t what you were expecting. Part of you was confused because you hadn’t expressed a particular fondness for the sport, but another part of you felt warmth that he wanted to share his hobby with you.
“Yeah, I thought you’d like to join me and the boys today.” He smiled at you as you both exited the car. “Sit in the cart and look pretty while you cheer us on.”
Oh. So he wasn’t even teaching you his hobby. You wanted to say something back, to tell him that you were willing to learn if he taught you, but his friends came over then, interrupting your chance to speak. Pete introduced you to them, five in total and you struggled to remember their names. But it didn’t matter much since all chances of you speaking were thrown out the window when they bear hugged each other, and turned to go out onto the field. You followed behind, quietly trying to find a place in their obviously-tight friend group. And that’s how you spent the next three hours: awkwardly existing in their world, sitting on the cart and watching them play. You were the only girl, and it was clear that they didn’t know how to involve you much in their conversations. And when you were able to pull Pete to the side for a moment, you asked if he could let you take a swing once, just to try it out. He nodded but said, “Well, maybe in the next game, this one I’ve got a bet on and every shot counts.” You didn’t ask again.
Even though you were still technically spending time with him, this didn’t feel in any way fun or exciting. You tried not to, but your mind drifted to your night spent at the bar with Benny and how fun that was, despite it being a bar full of bikers – a scenario you would have never thought you’d be in, let alone enjoy. As you sat in the golf cart, having nothing better to do than to watch Pete with his friends, you wondered if this was all he wanted you for. Were you really just a doll to him? A trophy? You didn’t get to play?
After the next game ended, you asked Pete if he could take you somewhere for lunch and he seemed almost reluctant to leave his friends. But in the end, he did agree, and you said goodbye to the band of golfers. You walked back to the parking lot together and when you spotted his car in the distance, you figured this was your chance to actually talk with him, not just listen to him speak.
“What do you want out of life, Pete?” you asked quietly as you slowed to a stop on the sidewalk.
“What?” He paused a few paces ahead of you, glancing back. “What kind of question is that?”
“I mean,” you struggled to gather your jumbled thoughts. “What kind of life do you want?”
His brows pinched together in confusion. “Well, I’m going to school for engineering so I’m going to do that.”
You waited for him to continue, but he just shrugged and motioned for the car. “You coming?”
Not seeing the conversation over quite yet, your feet remained firmly planted in your spot. “But what do you want out of life? What do you want for me in your life?”
“Geez, (Y/N),” he laughed humorlessly. “Where is this coming from?” His expression darkened suddenly. “Is this because of that dirty biker?”
It was your turn to look confused as you opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off. “Have you seen him again, hmm?”
“I . . . he was at the fundraiser–”
“What did I tell you?” He asked rhetorically as he closed the distance between you. “I don’t want you around that deadbeat again.”
“It wasn’t like I sought him out,” you defended, trying to ignore the rush of agitation at his choice of description. “I had no clue he would be there. I thought you were going to be there.”
“Well, I couldn’t be. You can’t just expect me to drop everything for you at such a late notice.”
“What was more important that you needed to be at?” You frowned.
He rolled his eyes, turning back to the car. “I have my own life.”
That’s when you realized that he was so . . . disconnected, uninterested. He may have wanted you but not in the way of getting to know you. His want was selfish, only born out of lust. He didn’t care about your hobbies or interests. You weren’t even listened to when you spoke to him. The realization was painfully obvious and you felt like a fool, like he had played you. And maybe he wasn’t even aware of it himself, but you could see it now: he didn’t care for you, not in the way you longed for.
You wrapped your arms around yourself, shaking your head as you watched him approach the driver’s side door. “I know that, but . . . I was just hoping to spend time with you.”
He turned back and threw his arms out dramatically. “I’m spending time with you now, aren't I? Will you just get in the car?”
You took a deep breath, looking down at your shoes. “I think I’m gonna walk home.”
“Are you serious?” His voice grew colder as he yanked open his door. “Because I didn’t go to your bake sale?”
You shook your head. “No, I like walkin’ and I just want some time to think–”
“You’re going off to find that biker, aren’t you?”
“What?” Your gaze shot back up to his. “No, I–”
“I knew this would happen.” He shook his head, an unamused smile flashing on his face. “He’s filling your head with all these dangerous ideas. He’s poisoning you against me. Me.”
“I’m not–”
“Get in the car.” You didn’t realize that it wasn’t a request anymore.
“Pete, I just don’t–”
“Get in the fucking car, (Y/N)!” He shouted, slamming his hand on the roof, and you jumped at the sound.
You stared at him, wide-eyed like a deer in headlights. You’d never seen any man act like this, especially not Pete. Panic turned the blood in your veins to ice and you were suddenly painfully aware of just how fast your heart was beating in your chest. Seconds ticked by, and he finally reacted to your speechlessness by rubbing a hand over his face, sighing loudly.
“Look, just get in the car,” he tried again, his voice barely controlled. “We came here together and I don’t want people to talk about how I’m leaving without you, okay?”
No, it wasn’t okay, you wanted to say, but your throat was suddenly too tight to speak. All you could do was stare at this man who you thought you had a pretty good understanding of, who you never thought would raise his voice at you, who would never command you to do something you very obviously denied. You shook your head, hand holding over your chest in an attempt to even out your heart rate.
He called your name, but you turned and forced your legs to walk, to move away from him. You just wanted to get home to the safety of your bedroom. Behind you, you could hear his car door slam shut and the engine whine as it fired up. He drove over to you, nearly hitting the curb as he weaved.
“Fine, walk home then!” he yelled and revved the engine, tires peeling out on the blacktop as he zoomed away.
That’s when the tears started falling. You sucked in a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and a sob choked into it. The sidewalk blurred from the stream of tears but you trudged on, wanting nothing more than to escape the prying eyes of the neighborhood. The action of Pete slamming his hand against the metal proof of his car replayed in your mind and something unpleasant gripped your heart at the realization that what you saw was his reaction to not getting what he wanted the first time. This was supposed to be the exciting moments of you relationship, the time when you were still discovering who each other were. If he could be so easily angered by you now, what would 5 years of marriage look like? What would 10?
And as you approached the intersection, a thought came to you and you felt sick at the possibility that maybe this is what your mother felt before she married your father. And your grandmother before she married your grandmother. Like a chain, these women with hearts and ambitions and dreams all just got married and became something their husbands wanted, lived a dream their husbands had. And maybe that was their dream, but what if it wasn’t yours?
The revving of an engine broke you free from your all-consuming thoughts and fresh fear spiked through you. Was it Pete coming back? But no, you realized. The engine was coming from the gas station you were passing on the corner, and it wasn’t a car, but a motorcycle. The rider pulled up to one of the free parking spots, cutting the engine and kicking out the kickstand. His back was turned to you, but you knew who it was already by the messy blonde hair and signature blue jacket lettered “Vandals” across the shoulder blades. You groaned because he was the last person you wanted to see right now but you needed to walk right by him to continue on your way home. And as ridiculous as it was, you wanted to cry harder at the thought of him seeing you crying.
When he dismounted, you quickened your pace, putting your head down in the hopes that he wouldn’t notice you. But of course, you heard him call out, “Hey, Little Bunny.”
You sniffed hard, quickly swiping your fingers across your cheeks as you heard him approach. Even though you didn’t slow your pace, he caught up to you quickly.
“You walkin’ home again?” His voice was light, teasing but you didn’t dare to look up at him. “You must really like–”
But he must have seen your tear-soaked face because he stopped, his hand gently grasping your upper arm. “What’s wrong?”
You bit your lip, and against your better judgment, you glanced up at him. That was all it took before his shoulders visibly stiffened, and his jaw locked tightly. “Who did this?”
“Nobody,” you muttered softly, voice cracking. “I’m fine.”
“Was it Pete?” his grip remained firm on your arm.
“Please, just leave it alone, Benny,” you whispered desperately, and his eyes softened as he released you. A painfully long beat played out between you as you watched him decide if he wanted to press you further for details. But to your surprise, he dropped it, instead, reaching out, his calloused thumb brushing away a solitary tear from the apple of your cheek. You flinched at the contact, not expecting him to touch you so intimately. As quick as he was to make contact, so was he able to let his hand fall back to his side, leaving you wide-eyed at the act.
“Let me give you a ride home, please,” he asked, his voice so quiet, so compassionate that you were honestly dumbfounded that this was a biker in a notoriously revered club standing before you. “I don’t want you to have to walk back when you’re upset like this.”
You glanced down the sidewalk, knowing you still had a few miles to go before you���d see your house in the distance. You sniffed again, “You won’t try to propose to me again, will you?”
“No strings attached, I promise,” he replied quietly.
You relented, nodding slightly, and you didn’t protest when he slid his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together and gently tugged you back to his bike.
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Benny drove slowly back to your house, and you just buried your face against his jacket the entire ride, focusing on the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat. It gave you time to settle your breathing, to dry your tears, and when he finally did pull up to your house, a disappointed wave surfaced over you. He put both feet down to balance you both, but he didn’t cut the engine, and you didn’t release your arms from around his torso.
“Can we . . . keep going?” you asked hesitantly, unsure of just how patient he was willing to be with you.
“You wanna keep going?” he questioned over his shoulder, and you responded with a brief nod. “Where?”
“Anywhere, just not here.”
He pushed off the ground, revving the engine slightly and the bike picked up speed as you left your neighborhood. You tightened your grip as he drove you out of the city, down the long country roads, past barns and farms, out by the lake and through the winding back roads which cut the woods. He drove until the sun began to make its descent over the far wheat fields, the last warmth of those golden rays catching the two of you like a spotlight, like you were the only two people on stage. And you realized that’s what riding with Benny felt like: solidarity together. You’ve felt a strange sense of loneliness most of your life, even when you were surrounded by others who loved you, but with Benny . . . it was like you were finally being seen. No, not just seen, it was like you were finally being heard.
But reality came back too quickly when Benny pulled up to a stop light, hand moving to brush across yours as he asked, “You ready to go back now or d’you wanna keep going?”
Keep going, your heart wanted to shout, keep going and let’s drive until we hit the sandy beaches of California. But your head always won the battle in the end, and you only nodded mutely.
When Benny pulled up in front of your house again, he cut the engine, but remained seated. He held his hand out for you as you dismounted, and he wanted to say something – anything– to make sure that you were okay, to help you. But Benny’s not known for his good communication skills so he clenched his jaw tightly, frustration building in his chest. You needed him, you needed to be consoled, and he was so pathetic that he wasn’t even sure how.
Sure, he knew how to have someone’s back, especially in a fight. He knew how to throw punches and get back to his feet after getting knocked down. He could do that all day. But you staring at him with your Bambi eyes and heartbroken expression, he couldn’t take it. He just wanted to pull your tiny frame to him and kiss away the tears, to tell you that everything would be okay because he’s got your back. Then a horrible thought clouded his mind because what if he was the reason you were crying? A bitter taste filled his mouth at the possibility. And my god, how stupid could he be because of course he had to dig himself deeper into that hole when he had told you that he wouldn’t apologize for his conversation with your date. At the time he said it, he had no guilt or shame for his actions because he saw nothing wrong with it. He wanted you more than Pete did, he was sure of that. But now as he glanced at your sweet face, he realized that his actions could have hurt you. And all for what – his pride? That seemed so insignificant now.
“Thank you for the ride,” you said ever-so-politely.
Before you could turn to walk to your front porch, Benny’s hand reached out to lightly touch your own, and he blurted out, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I did to Pete. That was wrong, and I see that now. I’m sorry if what I did has hurt you in any way, that was never my intention.”
Your frown deepened, and Benny’s heart sank. But then you said, “I’m not upset with you, Benny, but thank you. That . . . that means a lot to me.”
He was at a loss for words, struck by your angelic voice and unwavering benevolence. He could only watch as you slipped from his grasp and turned away. You were walking away from him, but Benny couldn’t help but feel it meant something more than just putting physical distance between you. His mind raced with thoughts, trying to find something he could say to get you to stop, to be able to see your face again.
However, it seemed that fate had other plans because you halted in your tracks, hesitating a moment before spinning back around and approaching him again. He opened his mouth to ask if you were okay, but you cut him off as you leaned up and planted a quick kiss to his cheek. His heart skipped a beat at the gentle touch of your soft lips, and he widened his eyes as you pulled back, a shy smile on your face. He grinned because every time he thought he had you figured out, you continued to pull stunts on him. You were the most entertaining thing he knew.
You took a few steps backwards, but maintained his eye contact as you spoke, “Maybe . . . next time we could go a little faster?”
He knew you were referring to the bike, but God help him because heat burned in his lower belly, and he wanted to pick you up over his shoulder and carry you into your house where he’d show you just what speed he was capable of. He wasn’t sure you even knew what effect your words had on him, or if you even knew the sexual implications, but he felt himself losing a battle of will. “You want there to be a next time?”
You nodded and that adorable rosy color tinted your cheeks. “Yeah, if-if you do.”
He shook his head in disbelief that you were finally giving him a chance. Though looking at your sweet smile now, he didn’t seem to mind the extra effort he had to put in. “You wanna go fast? Look who’s the trouble now.”
You fought to control your smile. “Goodnight, Benny.”
“Night,” he replied as he watched you walk back up the steps to your house, his fingers ghosting over the spot on his cheek that you kissed, wondering if apologies were really that easy.
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