He'd never refused Tessa anything. And he didn't know how to start now.He lowered his head and allowed his mouth to touch hers, a brief, chaste kiss, much like the very first one they'd shared when they were thirteen years old. Her lips were cool. Or maybe his were.It felt strange to be this close to her after years of separation. He started to slide his arms around her waist, then hesitated. She was taller than he remembered. Her body felt too thin, too angled. She was perfect, he reminded himself. The whole world thought so. But it didn't feel right. Not at all.Tessa pulled away from him. "You kissed me like you were afraid I was going to break."Her eyes were worried. She looked as unsure as he felt."Maybe I am afraid you'll break, or that you'll disappear. Maybe this is all a dream.""I'm here, Sam. I'm not going anywhere."Her words became a lie as the boat pitched suddenly, sending her into Sam's arms. He caught her as a gust of wind rocked the boat back and forth on the water.Tessa rested her hands on his shoulders.
