‘Also,’ he starts, ‘I saw it open on your phone this morning. Did you watch it last night?’

‘I did,’ I confess. ‘I just wanted to see what you did.’

‘I don’t mind,’ he replies. ‘Of course, I am going to have to read one of your books, to level the playing field.’

‘You can read the new one if it ever gets written.’

‘I feel like I’m the only person trying to write it at the moment,’ he teases. ‘Anyway, you’re not getting out of it that easy. What do you think?’

‘Of the sandwiches? I’m on my third.’

‘Of the movie.’ He laughs. ‘Of my movie… what did you think?’

He isn’t giving me an inch to wriggle out of this one.

‘It’s a strange one because it’s not something I would usually watch. I wouldn’t have watched it if you weren’t in it,’ I insist, but then I soften a little. ‘I actually rather appreciated it.’

‘Oh yeah?’

‘Yeah,’ I reply. ‘It made a nice change. You’re weirdly doing your bit for feminism, even if you are beating a woman.’

‘A consenting woman,’ he points out.

‘Well, that’s exactly my point,’ I continue. ‘The male gaze is absolutely a thing… It was… refreshing, to watch a movie that was completely different. It was all for a female audience. It was nice to see a man being objectified for a change.’

Freddie laughs.

‘I wasn’t expecting such a deep analysis,’ he says. ‘But you’re right. I think that’s part of the reason women like it so much.’

That’s partly the reason, but I’d imagine it has a lot to do with how absolutely delicious Freddie is. His character is so masterful and domineering, and it turns out I’m here for it. The only way Daniel was domineering in the bedroom was when he’d hog the duvet at night.

‘We can’t have too many movies that show a woman’s attitude towards sexy accurately,’ I say, dragging my mind from the gutter.

‘Well, I’m glad you approve,’ he says, raising his glass. ‘Cheers.’

‘Cheers,’ I reply, gently clinking my glass on his.

I can’t believe how unbelievably perfect this moment is. It’s a shame he’s wasted it on me.

‘Seriously, Freddie, this is absolutely incredible,’ I say.

‘Incredible?’ he replies. ‘Already incredible and I haven’t even mentioned that there are cakes in this box.’

He lightly taps a pink box next to him that is just begging me to open it.

‘Oi, I’m being serious,’ I say, but I will absolutely be tucking into the contents of that box in a moment. This is exactly what I wanted my honeymoon to be like – well, obviously this plus being married. There’s no way Daniel would’ve organised anything like this though, and if I had he would've thought it was ‘daft’ and then I would’ve felt silly. I almost feel like a fraud, writing romance when it is severely lacking in my life. I just don’t suppose I noticed until I took a step back and looked at the bigger picture.