Now it was her turn to look confused. ‘I think this will end up being a lovely, lovely holiday fling, and that I will always remember this time as one of the best of my life. But I don’t think I’ll ever see Josh again after tomorrow.’

Her eyes started to get teary, and I realised that mine were stinging too. I looked away, and felt the enormity of what I’d said. I took a deep breath. ‘Oh Marie,’ I almost whispered. When I looked at her again, her expression was bereft. I hadn’t realised she was so invested in the ‘Josh and Sarah’ thing. She forced a smile and gave me a quick hug.

‘Okay, then,’ she said when she pulled away. ‘I promise I won’t bring it up again.’ And then she left the bathroom and I just stood there, completely still. Eventually – I have no idea how long after – I walked to the sink and looked at myself in the small smudged mirror. The glow I’d seen earlier in the day was gone, and in its place was something indescribable. It wasn’t just sadness or confusion or some sort of mutant of the two. It was something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. And no matter what it was, I knew it wasn’t good.

Had I let myself fall in love with Josh?

Chapter Sixteen

The next morning when I woke up, the sun was forcing its way into the room with only gauzy curtains to hold it back. They weren’t very effective, so it was horrendously bright. My eyes didn’t like it very much, and my mouth was as dry as the Sahara. I reached for my water bottle on the bedside table and took a few big mouthfuls. Much better. I assessed the state of my head.

How much did I drink last night? I started counting. There was the bad Greek wine – or is that a tautology? – at dinner. Was that three or four glasses? Oh, and the Ouzo at the end of dinner – two shots – Duncan had insisted. Then the beer at the bar. That must have only been two, or three. Oh crap, maybe it was four. Not to mention, I’d mixed different types of drinks, which was a big no-no.

But even though I had pretty much drunk my way around Mykonos, I was in reasonably good shape. There was a dull little ache at the back of my head. Other than that …

Then I remembered I wasn’t in the bed alone.