Perfect

The sun shone fiercely on the extravagantly luxurious golf course. Its grounds were flawlessly trimmed, the grass a deep emerald green, and towering oaks and maples lined the course, offering sporadic bursts of shade.

Kevin stepped out onto the course with an air of confidence, while Emma stayed off to the side, arms folded and eyes narrowed as she studied his every move. He was wearing a sleek black polo shirt that clung to his muscled torso, and gray pants that fit his strong thighs perfectly.

He looked stunning with his clubs in hand and gaze focused, determined, and intense as he took his stance. Soon enough his hands flew gracefully coaxing the ball up into the air and watching with satisfaction as it soared off in a perfect arc to land on the fairway. Emma blinked in bewilderment, stunned by his perfect shots, and quietly admired his skills.

He was good at everything.

Every damn thing.

Be it reading people accurately, speaking fluent French, charming women effortlessly with