Page 51 of More Than Just Friends

One guest in a white swimsuit didn’t listen and when she got out, it’d turned an orange-brownish shade. Yikes.

I’d heard people saying it made their skin feel good though, so if I ever came back here, I’d remember to wear an old bikini, just in case. That way I could relax and enjoy the water with zero worries.

After stopping at the hot springs we’d sailed to the White Beach, which was a secluded cove with tall, striking chalky white cliffs, which were such a contrast to the blue sea.

Leonidas told us that these locations were more challenging to visit by land, which was why this type of cruise was so popular. I was so glad I’d had the chance to see them.

I glanced over at Adonis who was sat a few feet away looking at something on his phone. He’d been on it for most of the cruise, either texting or taking selfies.

At one point I was going to suggest that we take one together, but considering I was going to tell him later that it wasn’t working between us, pretending to be a happy couple in front of a camera seemed fake and pointless.

‘I’m going to the toilet,’ I said.

‘Okay, beautiful,’ he replied without even looking up from his phone.

Yep. This definitely wasn’t working between us.

I went below deck then slipped into the toilet beside one of the cabins.

Okay, so Leonidas had explained earlier how to use this. Something about pulling the black handle on the side of the toilet, right?

If I remembered correctly, I needed to pull a lever to add water, then pump it again to clear the bowl afterwards. And the most important thing was to make absolutely sure I put any toilet paper in the bin and not in the loo.

Got it.

Whilst I weed, I repeatedly chanted:

Remember not to throw the toilet paper in the bowl.

Put the toilet paper in the bin.

Despite saying it over and over again, what did I then do after I’d wiped myself?

Yep.

I threw the bloody toilet paper straight into the bowl.

Doh.

In my defence, after being so used to doing it for decades, it was hard to remember not to.

There was no way I was going to call Leonidas to fish it out of a toilet full of wee though. Not just because it’d be gross, but also because he’d been very clear about the importance of not blocking the loo, and I didn’t want to be the idiot who couldn’t follow simple instructions.

Nope, I just had to get it out myself.

It wasn’t a pleasant task, but I got it done. And I successfully did the toilet pumping thing to flush it afterwards.

Go, me.

After thoroughly washing my hands, I headed back to the deck.

A heavy dance baseline vibrated around the boat and as I breathed in the salty sea air, I smiled.

This cruise was such a treat. Although Adonis had been on his phone for most of it, I wasn’t going to let that ruin my high.

Sammie had kept her distance too. I was relieved that apart from introducing herself to Adonis briefly earlier, she’d left us to our own devices.

I knew Sammie well, so I could tell that she wasn’t impressed with him. I’d fill her in on the fact I also didn’t think that Adonis was right for me later.