That night it began to rain.

Ayamin cooked us the best rice and beans I had ever tasted. When we finished eating, I took my shirt off and sat, totally blissed-out at the feeling of a full belly.

As the first fat drops of water hit the dirt around our tent Ayamin put the bowls outside for the rain to wash, then pulled me close to her. She kissed my chin, then rolled so her head rested on my chest.

I ran my hand through her long, dark, almost wild hair and Ayamin sighed.

‘I’m sorry for being mad Danny.’

Her hand reached out and took mine. I shook my head, ‘I shouldn’t have chucked you in the stream.’

‘I just wanted to drown in my despair for a little while, but you wouldn’t let me. Would you?’

She squeezed my hand and I breathed in and the words rolled right off my heart.

‘I love you.’

She stared down my chest at me, then her head moved and she was kissing me, hot and passionate right on the mouth. We kept kissing until we’d probably set a new world record for breath-holding.

As we broke away, she brushed her nose with mine, ‘I love you.’

I reached out and handed her one of the flowers that lay beside our bed, it was purple and rounded, but if you half closed your eyes it almost looked like a rose.

Ayamin took it and kissed me again. Her hands ran down my chest. The rain beat a tango on the roof of our tent. That night was one to remember.