We are three clues deep, with just two more to go.

We’re in the woods. Not the ones near the villa, the much bigger ones where the bicycle and hiking trails are, much deeper into the heart of the island, away from the built-up area where all the shops and villas are.

I imagine we’ll all wind up out here at some point during the treasure hunt, but right now it’s just us.

‘So, we’re looking for a distinctive tree,’ Freddie says as he walks around, scanning the tree trunks for something unusual. ‘But they all look the same.’

‘And we’re lost,’ I remind him.

‘You’re lost,’ he corrects me. ‘I know where we are.’

‘You do?’

‘Yeah… we’re in the woods.’ He laughs. ‘Things happen when we’re in the woods.’

‘That’s right, they do,’ I say with a smile. ‘I’d completely forgotten about the last couple of times.’

Freddie stops in his tracks.

‘The last couple of times?’ he asks curiously.

‘Yeah, the other night and…’ Oh, God, I’ve just realised my mistake. ‘Sorry, yeah, just the one time.’

Why didn’t I just pretend I was referring to our lunch date?

‘Who was the other time with?’ he asks curiously. ‘It was a first for me.’

‘Unless your movie counts,’ I reply.

‘My movie doesn’t count. Don’t change the subject,’ he says with a laugh.

Freddie has stopped looking at the trees. He’s looking at me now. He might even be looking through me because he knows I’m hiding something.

‘It was a first time for me too,’ I insist. ‘Never done anything like that without a ceiling.’

I cringe.

‘Lila,’ Freddie says calmly as he approaches me. ‘Are you okay? You seem… skittish.’

‘Pff, I’m not skittish, I’m not I… I do sound skittish, don’t I?’

Freddie nods.

‘Okay, well, I’d like to start by saying that this is your fault.’

His eyes widen.

‘This ought to be good,’ he replies. ‘It doesn’t pre-date me if it’s my fault.’

‘I had a sex dream about you,’ I blurt. ‘I watched your stupid movie and that scene must’ve given me ideas because I guess I took them to bed with me. And then you took me for a picnic the next day, and I started getting flashbacks.’

‘Oh, wow, is that why you were so weird? I thought I’d come on too strong with the romantic lunch.’

‘No, no, no,’ I say quickly. ‘Lunch was amazing. I just couldn’t stop thinking about you pinning me up against a tree.’

Freddie looks around, only this time he’s not looking for clues, he’s looking for spectators. Satisfied we’re alone, he steps towards me.

‘Like this?’ he asks as he presses against me.

‘Exactly like that,’ I reply.

As Freddie kisses me passionately I decide that we can take a short break from the treasure hunt.

‘It’s not exactly like the dream, though, because in the dream my legs were wrapped around your waist,’ I say when he pauses for breath.

‘That is easily arranged,’ he replies.