“That was the night you kissed me again.”
“It was indeed,” he murmurs, and cups my face in his hand, running his thumb over my lower lip. “And you are even more desirable now than you were back then. It’s been ten years and I still can’t get enough of you.”
“Ditto,” I breathe as he brushes soft lips against mine. I entwine my arms around his neck and let him draw me down onto the picnic blanket. He slides a hand under my dress and up my thighs and through his shorts I feel him growing hard against me. I love the way that after all this time I still have this effect on him. I part my thighs and he lies between them and kisses me deeply.
There is a whistle and a bang and the sky lights up around us. I smile, nibbling on his lower lip.
“This is just like the first time, remember?” I whisper.
“That was the intention,” he whispers back. “I thought it would be a really nice way to celebrate our ten year anniversary.”
“This is how Peter was conceived,” I remind him. He studies me, as though he’s thinking about something, and I know what it is that he wants to say.
“Yes,” I say, answering his unspoken question. “I think it’s time for another baby too. Three is a lucky number right?”
Alex’s smile breaks into a wide grin. I know that if it was just up to him we would have a whole football team of children by now.
“Shall we get started?” His breath is hot against my ear.
“That sounds like a plan, husband dear,” I murmur, although my voice is drowned out by the showers of fireworks that are now erupting overhead.
Afterwards we lie on the picnic blanket watching the moon, Alex stroking my hair as I lie with my head on his chest.
“We should probably get back,” I yawn, feeling a dreamy tiredness settling over me. We walk back hand-in-hand in the moonlight, stopping at the top of the dunes to kiss again. I feel giddy, my body and heart remembering that first weekend when I was just a young woman falling in love with her girlhood crush. A crush that turned out to be for keeps.
“I love you,” I whisper into his mouth.
“I love you, too.”
“Happy Fourth of July,” we both say in unison.