I stared hard at the patch of sky. How had we gone from contented to annoyed in three-point-two seconds? And, now what? How was I supposed to get myself out of there graciously? ‘Thank you for a lovely night of chastely sleeping side by side. See you at breakfast.’ Definitely not that – that was awful.

While I had an internal discussion about the most socially acceptable way to extricate myself from Josh’s cabin, he seemed to be on a totally different tack. He reached for my water bottle, took a sip, and said, ‘Now I can kiss you good morning.’ He followed up with a lovely, gentle kiss. It was a very boyfriend-girlfriend kind of a moment, and even though it felt nice – there was that word again – I couldn’t help wondering what else it meant. I didn’t want a boyfriend, and he had been particularly clear about not wanting a girlfriend. Now I really needed to get out of there.

I reached for my skirt – I had slept in my T-shirt, knickers and bra – while trying to retain some semblance of modesty. It was a little tricky, because the skirt was at the foot of the bed.

Contorting myself to reclaim it, I then shimmied into it under the covers. All the while, I avoided eye contact with Josh. I had no idea what was going on in his head, but whatever it was, I didn’t want to know. I was zipping up when he climbed out of bed and slipped on a pair of shorts.

‘Okay then …’ he said, obtusely. Was he wishing me gone, or wishing I would chill the fuck out? If it was the latter, he was right – I did need to chill the fuck out. I climbed out of bed fully dressed, and then we were standing face to face in the tiny space – actually it was more like face to chest – his bare chest, his bare sexy chest. Damn him and his chest. Did I mention I really needed to get out of there?

‘Okay, well, thanks. That was nice,’ I said in a whisper. Was I for real? Again with the nice!

‘Yep,’ he replied, more curtly than necessary. I ignored his tone and gently turned the doorknob. I eased the door open a crack and looked out into the common space. Deserted – thank god. I completed my one-metre walk of shame – even though I had nothing to be ashamed of – and eased open the door of my cabin quietly, so I wouldn’t wake Hannah. Again, I had no need for stealth; her bunk was unslept in and the cabin was empty. I thanked god again, even though I don’t believe in him – or her – or whatever.