I wake up after getting only two hours of sleep, to find Peter propped up on his elbow, staring at me. “I love youâ€?, he says, leaning in to kiss me. “I love you moreâ€?, I respond. I sit up in bed, rubbing my eyes. “We’re still in Lisbon, right?â€? I jokingly ask Peter, my voice still husky with tiredness. I really need to get more sleep. I don’t think Peter will let me.

“Oh baby, I’m sooo tired. You’ve really got to let me get more sleepâ€?, I say to him, leaning into his shoulder. He laughs. “I’ll tryâ€?. He gets out of bed and heads for the bathroom. As he heads through the door, I hear him mutter “not very hardâ€?, before laughing to himself and shutting the door. I run my fingers through my hair, and sit in bed, looking around the room. I get up, leave our hotel room and walk down the hall to Oliver’s room. I knock, and a few seconds later, the door cracks open. Oliver’s blue eyes peer through the crack at me, and he opens it the rest of the way to let me in.