Freddie’s body is surprisingly comfortable, given how rock hard he appears to be from head to toe. His warm, smooth, coconut-scented skin feels glorious on my body. Between his tiny shorts and my itsy-bitsy bikini, almost every inch of our bodies is touching. He places one hand at the back of his head and plays with my hair with the other. If it weren’t already so hot out here, I’d be roasting.

‘Comfortable?’ he asks me.

I imagine he’s asking me if I’m comfortable with the show we’re putting on, rather than if I’m in a good position.

‘Very,’ I reply, which is the answer to both questions. My first thought, when I lay on top of him, was that I probably look like a walrus slumped down on top of an iceberg, but I feel so at home with Freddie, which I suppose just goes to show what a good actor he is. He’s almost got me convinced and I know it’s an act.

As Daniel and Eva get comfortable on their separate sunloungers, they both stare daggers at me. I understand why Daniel is doing it, but not Eva. I think she’s jealous because she obviously has a crush on Freddie. We might not be a real couple, but she doesn’t know that, and if she tries to steal this one from me as well… I suppose I could let her try, distract her with Freddie while I steal Daniel back. I’m annoyed at myself for even considering it. I do not want Daniel back… It’s just hard to shake off someone you’ve spent four years with.

Am I making him jealous to try and win him back, or just to annoy him? I’m not stupid… but, I don’t know… it’s hard, to throw away someone you’ve been with for so long. I’m angry now, and I don’t even want to look at him, but when the anger calms down, am I going to want him back? It’s easy to look at other people who take back cheating partners and say ‘wow, what a mug, I would never do that’ but when it happens to you…

‘Are you having a good time?’ Eva asks Freddie. Her entire body is pointing in our direction and you can tell she’s just bursting to talk to him. I can’t blame her. Still, I nuzzle into his chest, just to annoy her. I’m sorry, but dating, engaged, married or just plain faking it – she can’t steal every man I encounter from under me.

‘Amazing,’ Freddie tells her. ‘This one is just something else.’

As he squeezes me I feel emboldened.

‘It’s just a shame we’re not doing any of the activities we fancied doing,’ I say. ‘We just seem to struggle to leave the villa.’

‘Us too,’ Daniel quickly adds. ‘We had to make ourselves come here today. If you hadn’t given up your seat, we would’ve gone back to bed.’

Ha! I find that hard to believe. Daniel Tyler isn’t exactly Mr Boombastic in the bedroom.