Page 52 of More Than Just Friends

But for now, I planned to continue enjoying the views.

After slipping another prawn in my mouth, I squeezed my eyes shut. Why did everything always taste better when it was barbecued?

I was sat on a table with Adonis, Noah, Kayleigh and two other guests enjoying the delicious feast that had just been prepared for us, which included freshly barbecued chicken, pork and juicy king prawns.

There was also fresh Greek salad, pasta in a delicious tomato sauce, bread and other treats.

Whilst Noah and I watched the views, Adonis and Kayleigh were typing on their phones.

‘I’m going to the loo,’ Kayleigh announced.

I was going to warn her about the toilet paper, but I was sure she’d be better at following the simple instructions than I was.

A few minutes later, Kayleigh returned.

‘There’s a problem with the toilet,’ she said. Seemed like I wasn’t the only one who had a crap memory after all. ‘Noah you’re still eating, so Adonis can you help me with the blockage?’

‘Of course, my dear.’ He got up immediately.

That was nice of him to volunteer to sort out the toilet.

My stomach twisted. Maybe I was making a mistake about calling things off?

Maybe deep down he was a good guy and I was throwing an opportunity away.

No.

I hadn’t been able to stop looking at Noah since we got on this boat, so even though nothing would ever happen between us, it wasn’t right to stay with Adonis.

‘So…’ I dabbed the corner of my mouth with a serviette, then looked at Noah. God his eyes really were gorgeous. Less ogling, more talking, my brain ordered. ‘How’s North London treating you?’

‘It’s okay.’ Noah cut a small piece of chicken then popped it in his mouth.

‘That doesn’t sound very convincing,’ I said.

‘If I’m being honest, I miss South London. There’s nothing wrong with north. It’s just, I’m used to being south of the river. I love the vibe. And all the parks. I miss Clapham Common, Battersea Park and walking along the South Bank. And I miss being able to play table tennis at the community centre around the corner.’

‘Yes! How are you coping without it?’

‘Badly.’ He laughed.

‘Did you see the games room at the hotel?’ I said. ‘They have a table tennis table. Maybe we could play together sometime, just like the good old days!’

For as long as I could remember, Noah had loved table tennis. When he’d first roped me into playing, I didn’t really enjoy it. Mainly because he was so ridiculously good at it that I always lost.

But when Noah took pity on me and taught me all of his tricks, I improved massively.

Of course, he still won most of the games but on occasions I won some too.

When he lived near me in Norbury, South East London, we used to play at least once a week. But then he moved.

‘You make us sound about a hundred years old! It’s only been one year since we last played, not fifty.’ He chuckled. ‘But yeah, I agree. It’s been too long since I whooped your arse! Brave of you to volunteer to let me beat you again though!’

‘Ha! Don’t get too cocky, sunshine! For all you know, I could be the one who whoops your arse.’ I smirked.

‘We’ll see.’ He grinned.

‘You should move back south,’ I said.