‘I’m busy,’ I call out, picking up the notebook and shoving it back into my backpack as fast as I can.

‘It’s me,’ Hugh says loudly. Then he coughs. ‘Hugh.’

I roll my eyes. ‘Come in,’ I say, crossing my arms across my chest. ‘I was just leaving.’

‘Great.’ Hugh sighs, stepping inside.

I turn to leave, but Hugh has blocked the exit. He’s bending over his duffel bag, clearly looking for something. A wave gently rocks the cabin and the muscles on his back tighten as he steadies himself. A pair of plaid boxers spill out as he searches for whatever he’s looking for and he stuffs them back in with such haste that I can’t help but smile. He keeps pulling out clothes and setting them on the bed. The room starts to fill with his smell as he unpacks, woodsy and grassy, and I take a deep whiff of it, relishing a chance to not smell saltwater, mildew, or sunscreen.

It’s the first time we’ve been in our room at the same time, and the standing room is so small that we’re practically touching. I shamelessly let my gaze linger on his butt, which I hate to admit is really nice. The temperature in the room feels like it’s risen five degrees in two minutes. Somehow, Hugh is blocking my way for the third time in the past hour. I’m totally stuck as I wait for him to finish whatever he’s doing, but I realise that I don’t really mind.

‘Don’t you have somewhere to be?’ he mumbles.

‘Well, I can’t really get by you, can I?’ I motion towards the door, which he has completely blocked with his body.

‘Aha!’ Hugh says, pulling out a small bottle of eye drops. He stands up, the crown of his head grazing the ceiling, and I watch his six-pack ripple.

I feel out of breath, even though all I’ve been doing is standing.

He runs a hand through his hair. ‘You said you had somewhere to be? Or, don’t tell me, I’m in your way again?’

There is nothing more annoying than someone who knows how good-looking they are. ‘Classic,’ I manage to murmur, glancing as his eye drops. ‘It must stink to need so many things to help you get used to being on the water.’

Hugh glares at me with venom. ‘Saltwater irritates my eyes.’

‘You irritate my eyes,’ I say, before pointedly scooting around him to leave the room.

I turn to see how my retort landed as I step out into the narrow hallway and catch Hugh’s eyes glued to my backside. He looks up and our eyes meet. Two can play this game, I think, before swaying my hips ever so slightly. Hugh’s eyes dart back to my waist. Electricity zaps through my body.