“Great game, I see you can do more than fuck,” He smiled and held out his hand.

“Thanks babe,” Oliver smiled as she took his hand,

“Would you like to grab a lemonade or something?” Oliver asked, He stood there speechless for a moment and looked into her blue eyes, her warm hand in her hand felt so alive and so real.

“That would be great,” he replied. They walked over to an umbrella table close to the court which had a pitcher of ice cold lemonade and two glasses on it.

“Next time, wear shorts, you’ll play better,” Oliver said with a smile.

“I will,” he repliedas he pulled...