‘What happened?’ he asks curiously. ‘Were you running? You sounded out of breath.’

Oh, God, I was definitely breathless.

‘What time is it?’ I ask him, changing the subject. I unlock my phone, which opens on the Netflix screen for his movie. I quickly close it, which makes me seem like I’m in even more of a flap than I already was, when he caught me having a sexy dream about him.

It’s all his bloody movie’s fault; I watched it right before I fell asleep. That scene, in the woods, in the rain, was pulled straight from the Edge of Eden playbook. A lot of the scenes were your classic S&M-type stuff – exactly what I expected. This one scene in the woods… It was all about Edward Eden trying to please Hannah, his love interest, instead of him using her, which is what 99 per cent of the movie is all about.

I don’t know why that scene, of all the scenes, is the one that got under my skin and crept into my dreams, but it did. Today, I feel as if I’m seeing Freddie in a whole new light, one that is almost too bright to bear. I just can’t look at him, not after the things I’ve seen him do (even if he was acting). Edward is nothing like Freddie, he’s so powerful, egotistical, sexual… but it was Freddie, doing all those things, saying those words.

‘Are you OK?’ he asks me. ‘You seem a little flustered…’

‘I’m fine.’

‘Okay, good,’ he says. ‘Well, I want to take you out for lunch, if you fancy it?’

‘Lunch?’

‘Didn’t you see the time?’ he says, nodding towards my phone.

I look again. It’s nearly midday.

‘Oh, my God, I have super slept in,’ I say.

‘Usually more of a sign of good dreams than bad ones,’ he says with a cheeky smile. ‘So, lunch?’

Freddie is already up and dressed. He looks good, in his shorts and T-shirt, and his hair looks a little more tamed than usual. I suppose he doesn’t have to hide around me, so he’s safe to brush his hair back.

‘I’d love to,’ I reply. ‘I just need to pop next door and get changed… if it’s safe.’

‘They got tired eventually,’ he reassures me.

‘If I know Ali, they’ll probably start up again,’ I tell him.

‘Well, you’d better hurry, so you don’t miss your window.’ He laughs. ‘I’ll wait here, but I’m ready when you are.’

‘You don’t want to come with me?’ I say with a smile.

‘Not a chance,’ he replies. ‘It sounds like you’re used to it – I’m just an innocent boy.’

I watched a two-hour movie last night that begs to differ.

I put on my dress and wipe off some of the rogue make-up (that I should have removed before I went to sleep, and I’m usually so good at it but, in my defence, I didn’t have my remover with me). I don’t wipe too much off though, because I am blushing something fierce.