In full sail, we sliced through the indigo waters of the Aegean as we headed north to the island of Syros, the sky a brilliant blue. I braced myself against the rolling of the boat and marvelled at where I was and what I was doing. It was incredible. And despite my queasy stomach and sore head, it was one of those moments when I was in love with my life. It may have also had something to do with the lingering memories of the previous night. Each time I thought of James kissing me, I smiled.

Until …

‘Hey,’ said Josh, sitting down next to me.

‘Hey yourself,’ I said, trying to sound casual. Did I sound casual – or did I sound like I’d spent the last hour thinking about another man?

‘I wanted to show you these,’ he said, holding up an iPad. I couldn’t see what was on it because I could only see the reflection of the sun.

‘What, what am I looking at?’ Snippy, Sarah. That was snippy. ‘I’m sorry, I can only see the sun reflected.’

‘Sorry.’ He angled the screen towards me. ‘It’s my photos from the trip so far. I’ve been uploading them as a back-up, and I thought you might want to see them.’ Wait, a retrospective of our trip the morning after I spent the evening with James? Was Josh manoeuvring? Was he so savvy he would plan a move like that just to get ahead of the silver fox? If he was, it was well played. After all, who knew when I would see James again. And I could hardly blame Josh if he wanted to cash in on a home ground – make that a home boat – advantage.

That said, I wasn’t ready to give up basking in the glow of my evening with James. That said, how did I politely refuse? ‘I’m sorry, Josh, I am a little busy right now reliving another man’s kiss.’ Definitely not that.

What I did say was, ‘Uh, sure.’

He scooched closer to me and deftly flicked through the photos, skipping ones which he said hadn’t turned out well, and lingering on the shots he seemed proud of. There was one of a house that particularly impressed me. ‘This is extraordinary, Josh.’ It was a shot of the sharp-edged corner of a bright orange house – a rare find amongst the whitewashed ones – contrasted against a vibrant blue sky.

‘Thanks.’ He seemed genuinely modest.

‘I mean that. People should see this – it’s really beautiful. You have a lot of great shots in here, but this is my favourite so far.’

‘Well, I’ll be uploading some of the best ones to Flickr when I get home.’

‘Flickr?’

‘Yeah, you don’t know about that?’

‘Nope.’

‘It’s a photo-sharing website. I can show you next time we’re online.’

‘Okay.’