Following Ella came automatically, once he had his own golfball in hand. Only to be grabbed and kissed, which seemed to happen more often than not lately, and promised something shiny. "A reward?" That sounded promising, he liked rewards. Currently he was thinking cookies, cookies were good rewards.
Of course, then her soft hand was on his skin again, and he was no longer thinking about cookies. Certainly not when her fingers were tugging at his belt buckle.
Once again he studied the course, after Ella had moved away and gone on to take her shots. Except this time, he was more determined to find out where exactly to hit the ball to get it in in one. Hey, with incentive, he could focus. Taking his time, he lined up the ball, and with just enough force, knocked it straight into the hole at the end of the green.