‘So? I’ve seen you in two different bikinis, in your pyjamas, all dressed up like tonight. I’ve even seen you without makeup on – still beautiful, by the way. I don’t think it would be scandalous for us to actually spend the night together, for real.’

‘Are you thinking we’ll have sex on the boat?’

‘Well, I do have a cabin to myself.’

‘Josh, we’re not having sex on the boat.’

‘Should I be insulted by that?’

‘No, I don’t mean it like that – I fancy the hell out of you. But there’s no privacy on the boat. I can hear Marie and Gary roll over in their sleep from my cabin – at the other end of the boat. We can’t have sex – especially with Hannah next door. People will hear us. And they’ll know.’

‘Sarah, I think people know that we’re into each other.’

‘Yes, but sex is different. I don’t care if they know we had sex, but there’s no way I want them knowing that we’re having sex, because they can hear us having it.’

‘We’ll be quiet.’

I rolled my eyes.

‘Sarah, seriously? I really want to be with you.’

‘Me too. But not on the boat.’

We weren’t arguing, not really, but it was more than friendly banter. Yes, I really wanted to have sex with Josh. He was super sexy and if the kissing was any indication, then the sex was probably going to be incredible. But I meant what I said about having sex on that boat. It wasn’t going to happen.

‘Look,’ I said, wanting to come up with a feasible solution. ‘How about tomorrow when we get to Mykonos, you stay with me?’ He looked like he was seriously considering the offer. Would he decline? ‘You need to find a place anyway, and this way we will get to spend the night together – without worrying about the others.’

‘So, there’s definitely no way?’

‘No, Josh.’

‘In that case I would love to stay with you on Mykonos, Sarah. And, if you think we’re going to wait until after dinner tomorrow night – well, we’re not. What time can we check in?’

I laughed. ‘Any time after noon.’

‘Well, good. We’ll have a little afternoon delight.’ He raised those eyebrows again and I slapped his shoulder.

‘Ewww. That reminds me of seedy old men from the 70s.’

‘What? Why?’

‘I don’t know – that song I guess.’ I shook my head, wanting to dislodge the thought of hairy-chested men wearing bell-bottoms.

Josh finished his drink. ‘Shall we head back?’ I looked at him sideways. ‘I will behave myself, I promise.’ It was the promise of him not behaving himself when we got to Mykonos that was giving me tingles.

I finished the last sip of my drink and stood up. ‘Sure. Let’s head back. I’ll just get the bill.’