It only took one kiss for the hammock to start rocking – a little more violently than Beth Tuggle liked, making the moment feel more like roller coaster than romantic.

"I think the original hammock experience beat this one,” her boyfriend George said, slowly ending the kiss as he and Beth swung back and forth underneath the shade of the trees in Beth’s backyard. For the millionth time, Beth admired George’s eyes – brown and deep, and best of all, always laughing.

"You mean last summer?" Beth asked, planting a soft kiss on his nose. "Yeah, I guess our hammock in Pebble Beach is a little more comfortable for hook ups."

Beth grinned as she untangled herself from George and swung her long legs out of the hammock. She stood up and stretched in the warm June sunshine. Scraping her blonde hair back from her face, she squinted across the yard to the garage where her parents had begun piling up boxes in preparation for another summer in Maine. Beth couldn’t believe they were leaving for Pebble Beach in the morning. A whole year had passed since she and George had finally figured out they were meant for each other while cuddling in that other hammock. Beth sighed at the magical memory. If only George would be coming back to Pebble Beach this summer.