Referring to it a few times, I led the way through the labyrinth of streets and walkways of Mykonos with Josh half a step behind me. We didn’t speak and I wondered if he was thinking about the sex we were going to have. I was. It was all I was thinking of, and I had to force myself to concentrate on getting us to the place where we would have the sex.

I was nervous too. It’s hard to say why. I mean, it was Josh, and we were friends. Friends who fancied the hell out of each other and were really looking forward to having sex.

Did I mention we were going to have sex? Yep, I was really nervous.

Maybe it was because it had been so long since I’d done it. I mean, forever – months! I was sure I had forgotten how. I mean, I remembered the fundamentals of course, but I’d learned those in health class when I was twelve, and it’s hard to forget that the penis goes in the vagina, even if you’re pretty much a born-again virgin.

But what about the rest?

I can honestly say I can’t even remember checking in, but we must have because there we were standing in my room – our room – with both of us staring at the bed. I literally shook my head to dislodge the stupor I’d slipped into. Headshaking was becoming a habit. I had to get myself together. And I really needed to shave my legs and do lots of other bathroom-related activities.

‘Josh?’

‘Sarah?’

I threw my backpack onto the bed and dug out my toiletries bag. ‘You see this bag?’ I held it in front of my face, so he could definitely see it.

‘I do, yes.’

‘Well, as this is the first time I’ve been able to shower with a proper shower – hot water and a shower stall and everything, I’m going to go in there –’ I pointed to what I presumed was the bathroom door ‘– to use every one of these products. Then when I’m done, you can shower, and then we can have sex.’

By this stage he had a grin on his face. ‘Okay. So we’re clear, I’m also showering because …?’

‘Because we just got off a boat after nine days of sailing about, and neither of us are truly clean.’

‘Of course. That makes perfect sense.’ He was still grinning, and I got the feeling he thought I was a bit of a twit.

I didn’t care. I took myself and my toiletries into the bathroom – it was the bathroom, by the way. It wasn’t fancy, but it was clean and it had clean towels. Even better, when I turned on the shower, there was strong water pressure and the water was hot – just as I’d been dreaming of.