I wrap both hands around his neck and throw a leg over his torso, pulling him even closer. I feel possessive and aggressive, like even if I spread myself over every inch of his body it wouldn’t be enough. Even though we’re in a tiny room I want it to be smaller. I want every piece of myself to be pressed up against him.

He mimics my movements, his hands grabbing my ass, his lips on my neck. I feel him harden against me. Then he brings his lips closer to my ear and nibbles gently on my ear lobe. I can’t help myself. I whimper. He whispers in my ear, ‘I want you so badly,’ and I feel like I’ll explode.

I dance my fingertips down his chest, going lower and lower before flirting with the waistband of his plaid boxers. I skim my hand over the top and hear his sharp intake of breath. I glance at his face. He slides his hand from my low back and cups my breast, brushing his thumb over my nipple.

‘Andi,’ he breathes again. ‘You’re so sexy.’ And that’s when I realise what’s off. Hugh doesn’t know I’m Andi. Hugh can’t know that I’m Andi. I scramble away from him in a panic, forgetting where I am and smack my head directly into the low ceiling of our cabin, which jolts me right out of my dream.

‘Ow!’ I cry loudly. My vision swims. I shake my head to clear it and gingerly bring my fingertips up to my forehead. Then I hear a grunt from below me and remember that I am sharing a room with Hugh. What if I made noises while I was dreaming? Can he tell I just had a sex dream about him? Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, I think, listening carefully for any movements on the bunk below me. Thankfully, I only hear the sound of Hugh’s breathing, a peaceful and steady inhale and exhale. I take a deep breath in, trying to slow my racing heart, and register that the room smells not unpleasantly like Hugh.

I gotta get him out of my head, I think, as I quietly clamber down my bunk. But watching him sleep isn’t exactly helpful in that department. His eyelashes flutter against his cheek, his bottom lip is full and pouty, and his hair is delightfully mussed. Snap out of it! I remind myself. I had done well last night, sneaking in after he was already in bed and thankfully avoiding any potentially awkward encounters. I will not argue with him today, I promise myself. Today, I will focus.