“Yes, I know. I saw it later, when it was age-appropriate,” I replied.

“Well, so did I.”

This conversation was not going well. I wanted to revel in the glorious bathroom, not discuss the movie about the prostitute with a heart of gold.

And, I still wasn’t in my bikini.

“I’m just going to get changed,” I said, closing the bathroom door on our tiff.

Surely it was normal for things to be a little awkward at first? And if not, it certainly wasn’t helping that thoughts of James kept popping into my head. Why was it so hard to be with Josh and not constantly compare him to James?

I needed to focus on where I was and who I was with.

I wrangled myself into my bikini and opened the bathroom door. Josh was already in his bathing suit and we each took a moment to admire the other. His muscular torso was paler than it had been in Greece, him having spent the past few months in cold weather, but the sight of that waistband slung low on his slim hips made my heart race.

“Just like I remembered,” he said, with a smile, indicating my bikini. “Actually, even better.”

“What? This old thing?” I did a twirl, basking in false modesty.

“It’s not the bikini—it’s the woman in it.” He crossed the room and pulled me to him, his hands resting on the small of my back, then kissed me. I liked this Josh—he was quite different from the guy I’d met on the dock in Santorini, the one who was shy around women. I wondered if I’d had that effect on him. He pulled away, keeping his hands where they were. “Maybe the pool can wait.”

“I’m actually looking forward to being in the pool with you.”

“Is that so?”

“Uh huh. My legs wrapped around your waist, my arms around your neck, just floating about. Doesn’t that sound good?”

His eyes narrowed and a sexy smile rested on his lips. “Okay, pool first, you naked on that bed, later.” He nodded towards the massive bed. I’d counted nine pillows earlier. Nine.

“Deal.” I popped some poolside necessities into my beach bag and slung it over my shoulder.

“Got everything?” He raised his eyebrows at me.

“Yep.” I ignored his teasing and offered up an inventory. “Kindle, hat, sunscreen, lip balm, sarong, wallet, phone.” I slid on my duty-free Prada sunglasses. “Sunnies,” I added.

“You sure you don’t want to bring your whole suitcase, just in case?”

“Have you got everything?”

He held up the key-card for the room. “Yep.” He grinned at me.

“So, no laptop? What about the excursions?”

He made a face. “Oh yeah. Should we just do that later?” I shrugged. I was beginning to think I’d be happy spending the whole holiday sitting by the pool—or in bed.

*

“How about here?” Josh indicated two sun loungers, side by side, with a table in between and an umbrella overhead.

“Perfect.” I put my beach bag on one and started unpacking. Josh climbed onto his and watched me. “What?” I said, without looking at him.