I led Samantha up the stairs and we made our way to the spare bedroom with her old bed. It made my heart melt a little bit to see it again. It's an antique brass one. Her grandmother's. It's a queen-size, smaller than Hero enormous king bed, but it's girlie and romantic. It's also the bed Sam and I made love in our first time.

I helped her out of her dress and undies then stripped too.

"Memories," Sam said softly as she picked up the floral bedspread and slipped underneath. She scooted over to make room for me to follow.

"Good ones," I agreed. I turned off the light...