Under the sheet, the light is so gentle, so sweet and Celine’s smile is so close to my face. We are a lovely mess of limbs in our tiny white tent. She is softness itself. I stroke my fingers down her body and along her thigh, follow it down her leg that is wrapped around my waist, tickle the sole of her foot behind my arse. She laughs. And, oh god, it’s so perfect, I play the sound over and over in my head.