I check my reflection noting I’ve majorly caught the sun during my time here. I’m glowing and tanned. My hair has developed some new highlights among my chemical ones which catch the light, giving me a blonder look. I grab my bag and chuck in the normal essentials: cell, book, sunscreen, and sunglasses, despite Jake giving me his. I put his back on my face instead of my own; I like having them on as a reminder of how well he takes care of me.

I’m ready and meet him back on deck quickly. Now I can see him standing and not cast in shadow; he’s in jeans and a...