…As Sam walked down the ramp, the noise of the crowd around me became a buzzing in my ears. While my heart pounded in terror, every nerve in my body hummed with anticipation. I wondered what he would do, what he would say. I prayed we would fit together as easily as we had when we were twenty-one.

I needn't have worried. This was Sam. When he reached me, he put down his carry-on bag and took my face in his hands for a long, lingering moment.

"Allie. I can't believe it's really you," he whispered, an inch from my mouth. Then his lips skimmed over mine, reacquainting themselves. The crowd slipped away, and so did the years…

He had walked out of Sunset Lake and into my life the summer we were both twenty-one. It was all I could do to keep my hands off of him and the drops of water that glistened on his shoulders, stomach, legs, and all the other parts I could only dream of. When the other female counselors at Camp Sunset and I picked our jaws up off the sand, a buzz went around about who this mysterious counselor could be, this Nordic god with blonde curls, a sculpted jaw, and mysterious eyes that changed from steel-blue to gray depending on his mood. It was lust at first sight, but the more amazing thing was the way it had blossomed into more. We both taught rock climbing to the campers. In between belay lessons and rope tying demonstrations, we argued about technique and what peaks we dreamed of summiting. It wasn't long, though, before all we could dream of was summiting each…

"Mom!"

"Dad!"