I startle and think back over the last few weeks. He’s right. I haven’t fucked anyone since the day we first met. I push that disturbing revelation away to be dissected, hopefully never.

He raises one eyebrow, looking devilish and entirely too composed. “See. It’s kismet.”

“I’m absolutely certain that kismet isn’t referring to fucking in saunas.”

Instead of looking cowed, he seems immediately entertained. “Are we going to do that?”

“No, we are not,” I say repressively, standing up and gathering my towel around me in a dignified manner. “I have no intention of being thrown out of here and brought up on a public indecency charge.” My practical nature rears its head. “Besides, I would probably have a stroke performing in this heat.”

He stands up too, but makes no move to pull his towel over himself. Instead, he stands facing me, and my eyes automatically drop to his dick. It’s hard like my own, and straining towards his belly button, the head flushed a violet red. My mouth waters, and his smirk shows me he’s noticed my own erection lurking behind my towel.

“What do you think?” he says far too airily. “We can keep it casual. I’m leaving in a few weeks, so you’re in no danger of me appearing with ribbons. Shame, though.” He pauses to consider that ridiculous notion. “I’ve got a lovely amber-coloured one which would have looked smashing against my pubes.”

Swallowing hard, I scrub my fingers through my hair. Then I reach out and pull him close. The abrupt move startles him, but he melts into me, pressing the long length of his body against mine. He chuckles. “Mags, this is so sudden.”

“Shut up,” I say, and I stop his clever mouth with another kiss. When I draw back, he’s flushed, and his eyes are gratifyingly bleary. “Follow me.” I turn and leave the room.

He swoops immediately to my side like we’re musketeers embarking on an exciting adventure as I head into the changing area. The huge room has wooden lockers and benches positioned around it like a labyrinth, but I’m interested in the bank of showers at the back.

I guide him through the maze of lockers until we come to the first glazed glass door. I shoot a look around me. There’s no one in sight, even though I can hear men talking from somewhere to my left. I grab Laurie’s hand, whirl him into the tiled enclosure, and pin him to the wall.

The door closes behind us and he gasps at the coldness of the tiles. But he immediately melts into me, his cheeks flushed and his eyes half-lowered and fixed on my lips.