“Come on, Sweetheart. Lighten up a bit.” Sam chuckles, buttoning up his pants. “Just like old times, right?” He snickers, watching as you search around his room for your remaining clothes.

The chemistry between you and Sam never left after he was in that Panamanian Prison for 15 years. The two of you still yearned for each other like you were teenagers again.

But your husband was a huge roadblock between you two. You knew it was wrong to cheat on him but you couldn’t bear to see his hurt eyes if you filed for a divorce.

But the love you had for Sam was strong than anything. He made you feel young again, like you two were still in your apartment in Boston.