Fifteen minutes later, we are lying out on the cushioned area at the back of the boat, under the stars in a contemplative silence. My hair is still a little damp, but James is stroking it gently while I am cuddled up against his chest. I feel so happy and relaxed, albeit a little sore between my legs.
"For a long time I thought that our first time together would be at school, on either one of our beds...an awkward and rushed affair before either roommate returned, constantly wondering who was listening on the other side of either walls," he says with a low chuckle, "that was infinitely better than I could have imagined."
I make a noise of agreement as my index finger lightly traces the veins on his forearm.
"Which is precisely why I decided a long time ago that it would never happen at
