‘Tess,’ Sam murmured seductively, his voice thick as he dipped his head to kiss me again.

As much as my body yearned to reciprocate, as tempted as I was, I couldn’t let the magical moment carry on and I turned my head slightly away, but that didn’t help at all because he then began to caress and kiss my collarbone. Tiny kisses which blazed a trail and lit up every erogenous zone in my body, some of which, until that moment, I had no idea even existed.

We had decided not to have f ireworks at the party but my libido was experiencing the biggest display. The rockets launching in my loins far outshone those which lit up the midnight sky over the Thames every New Year’s Eve.

‘Sam,’ I managed to gasp, ‘stop. Please stop.’

He pulled back and looked down at me, pinning me to the spot with those green eyes that I had always found so intoxicating. His pupils were massively dilated and I realized now it was little wonder that I had felt that magnetic pull towards him from the very first second I had seen him.

I might not have been aware of it, but the universe had known he was the answer to a question which hadn’t even existed when I first arrived in Wynmouth. I didn’t know how it had happened, why Sam and Joe had switched down at the huts, or why I couldn’t remember Sam at all, but it had. For some reason they had swapped places; Sam had delivered that all-consuming first kiss and I had just been treated to a toe-tingling, mind-blowing second performance. Only now the boy was a man and he was the boyfriend of someone I had come to consider a very great friend.

It pained me to think that I could never kiss him again, but at least now I knew that there was one thing about Wynmouth that hadn’t changed. That kiss had been every bit as amazing as I had remembered and that had to be worth celebrating.

‘I’m going to get another drink,’ I said, tearing my eyes away from Sam’s handsome face and looking back to where the fire was burning like a bright beacon of hope. ‘Do you want one?’

I broke away from him and the chilly air which pushed its way between us made me shiver. Locked together we had generated enough heat to rival the log burner in the cottage, but now it was gone.

‘No,’ said Sam, shaking his head as his eyes followed my progress back up the beach, ‘not for me, thanks. I’ve had enough.’

I hadn’t. In fact, by the time I had taken the short walk back to the revellers I felt ready to indulge in at least another half a dozen measures of the stuff. I took a clean cup from the stack.