I flicked my head to look at Josh. Oww, my head. I reminded myself that ‘reasonably good shape’ meant I was still a little delicate. Thankfully, Josh was sound asleep. I eased my head back onto my pillow and, as carefully as I could so I didn’t wake him, rolled onto my side to face him. It was only the second time I had woken up next to Josh, and the first time I’d been in such a hurry to get out of there, there was no time to enjoy it.

My eyes scanned his facial features. You know how some people are ugly sleepers? Their faces get all smushed by the pillow and their mouths hang open, or they drool? Josh was the opposite. There was no drool, his mouth was closed and there was no smushing. He looked rather beautiful.

I am almost positive I am one of the ugly sleepers, by the way. It’s why I never really sleep properly when there’s a guy in my bed. It’s also why I get up – and freshen up – before the guy wakes up.

I’ve lost count of how many times I’d snuck out of bed and gone to the bathroom to swish some mouthwash, splash water on my face, run my fingers through my hair, and pinch my cheeks, then climbed back into bed just in time to pretend I actually woke up looking like a normal person.

Many times. Too many times.

Josh started stirring and, in a panic, I realised I hadn’t done the thing where I ‘woke up’ looking lovely and refreshed. Which wasn’t fair, because he looked lovely and refreshed. When he opened his eyes, he smiled at me.

‘Hello, beautiful.’ That was him saying it to me, by the way. Nothing makes a girl feel even more self-conscious than she already does than calling her ‘beautiful’. But there didn’t seem to be any irony in his voice, so maybe he meant it.

‘Hello, beautiful back,’ I replied. He shook his head and ran his hands over his face.

‘I doubt it.’ He laughed. ‘Come ’ere.’ He grabbed me and wrapped me up in his arms. I rested my cheek against his bare chest and listened to his heartbeat. Oh boy, I was now the type of woman who listened to a guy’s heartbeat.

‘Last night was fun,’ he said, a smile in his voice.

‘It was,’ I replied. We were both quiet for a while and I guessed he was running through the night in his mind, like I was.