At least I’m guessing it was somewhere around two hours. It certainly felt that long, but for some reason, clock-watching had been the last thing on my mind, so I had no idea what time we’d started.

Still, there came the point where we stopped shagging and lay side by side staring up at the ceiling, breathing heavily like they do in the movies.

‘It’s never been like that for me.’

‘Me neither,’ I said, lying a little. It had been incredible, but it wasn’t the first time I’d had toe-tingling sex.

‘I’ve never even had sex in the daytime before.’

I tore my eyes away from the interesting water stain on the ceiling. ‘What?’ I propped myself up on one elbow and stared incredulously at my lover.

He laughed in response. ‘It’s true. Sex for me has always been fumbling around in the dark deep under the covers. Pleasurable in a way, but also a little awkward.’

‘Oh.’ What else could I say?

‘That was …’ He didn’t seem to know what to say either.

‘That was good, Joshua. I don’t usually have an orgasm the first time with someone.’

‘Really?’ He seemed particularly pleased with himself. I suppose he had a right to be.

‘Really. Feel free to pat yourself on the back for that. You’re a good lover.’

The grin widened. ‘Thank you.’

‘You’re welcome.’ I smiled back and kissed him with a loud smack on the lips. ‘Though I can’t imagine how “fumbling around in the dark” got you those sorts of skills.’

‘I read,’ he replied with perfect comic timing. I burst out laughing. Well played, Joshua. Clearly, he was keeping the truth close to his chest.

‘So, shall we head to the pool? Go for a swim?’ We’d walked past the pool to get to the room, and after all that sex I couldn’t wait to dive into the cool, blue water.

‘How about we stay here a while longer and then go for a swim.’ I regarded my lover, who had a particularly wicked look in his eyes. The swim could wait.

‘You’ve talked me into it.’

We did eventually climb out of bed and go to the pool. We were the only ones there, and when I dived in, I was happy to discover it was the ideal temperature for swimming – refreshing without making me gasp for breath. I swam a few lazy laps, working some kinks out of my body, which had formed while living on a boat.

Josh sat on the edge, legs in the water, and watched me. ‘Back to the real world tomorrow.’

‘You’re not supposed to say stuff like that,’ I replied between strokes. ‘It’s bad travellers’ karma.’

‘Oh,’ he said, simply.

‘Besides, we still have tonight and then the six-hour ferry back to Athens, remember?’

‘Right.’

I swam over to him and held on to the side of the pool. ‘Hey, you were the one saying that a few hours ago. We’re living in the moment.’