‘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.

A week and a half on a boat with a mere trickle of lukewarm water to ablute with every morning had got a little old. Even if it was a part of sailing around paradise on the best trip of my life. I kept to my word and used every product. It was heavenly.

I emerged some time later, scrubbed, shaved, slathered in every lotion I possessed, and smelling great. I felt great too, replenished.

‘Your turn!’ I declared leaving the bathroom in a haze of steam.

‘All righty then.’ He grabbed his toiletry bag and retreated to the bathroom. I suddenly thought that maybe I’d insulted him by telling him to shower. I hadn’t meant it like that. I’d figured he would want to take advantage of a proper bathroom, but maybe that was just a girl thing. Oh well.

I tucked my toiletries away, then spent the next few minutes trying to work out how to arrange myself on the bed. I wanted to appear sexy, but not overly eager. I didn’t want to come across like a rabid nympho. And I certainly didn’t want to appear to be desperate. Although, to be clear, I was a little desperate for sex. I settled for bottom half under the sheet, top half arranged casually – and nakedly – on a pillow.

Josh emerged not long after I’d found the perfect sexy-but-not-a-rabid-nympho position. I guessed he had fewer products in his toiletry bag than I had. His towel was wrapped tightly around his waist and I saw surprise, then delight register on his face when he saw my careful arrangement on the bed. His eyes skimmed over my breasts, then met mine.

I felt like the most beautiful, most desirable woman on earth. We were off to a good start.