‘Mm-hmm,’ she replied, smugly, and rolled over. Now she was all pissed off with me, and for nothing, I might add. I let it go; it was the middle of the night, and I figured I would talk it out with her the next day. We’d just got rid of one person who didn’t like me – I didn’t want Hannah to hate me too.

Chapter Six

As I roused myself from sleep, my mind leapt to the incredible kiss Josh had sprung on me the night before. My stomach did a little flip-flop. Then I remembered it couldn’t – well, shouldn’t – happen. My mind started screaming at me: he’s practically a teenager! He lives on the other side of a giant ocean! He’s a commitment-phobe!! My flip-flopping stomach just flopped.

Men who tell you they don’t want to be in a relationship generally mean they don’t want to be in a relationship. Full stop. I liked Josh, but there was no denying that getting tangled up with him was a bad idea. BAD.

But less than two hours later, as we rode around Naxos on our scooters, my resolve had dissolved. Having tasked myself with keeping things platonic, I was doing a superbly crappy job. For one thing, my hands were in his pockets, and I may have been leaning into him more than was necessary to stay on the back of his scooter.

The pocket thing was legitimate, or so I kept telling myself, because my hands got cold while we were riding. But I had no good reason for the rest of it – the leaning, touching his stomach through the fabric of his jacket, squeezing my thighs around him. All of it was inexcusable considering how much it was going to suck when this whole thing blew up in my face. I was ridiculous.

But my body seemed to have a mind of its own. The thing was, Josh wasn’t the only one who’d been celibate for an epoch. My drought wasn’t quite as long as his, but once I got a whiff of how good the back of his neck smelled, my mind turned to mush and the rest of me turned into a raging ball of oestrogen. And, Josh was flirting back – running his hand along my thigh, squeezing my hands through his jacket, flexing his abs whenever I touched his stomach.

So, it wasn’t all my fault.

As we explored the island, we formed a convoy of four scooters, with Duncan and Gerry in the lead and the rest of us following like baby ducks – Josh and me, Gary and Marie, and then Hannah. From time to time, we pulled off the road so Duncan could show us something cool – or so he said. The stops varied in levels of coolness and Duncan’s commentary was, well, interesting.