Once inside, he put some music on, something to remind him of the previous summer. He put the kettle on and made small conversation while it was boiling. It was hard for him - trying to be normal after spending so long away. It felt like he didn't know her anymore, as though she was a completely new person to him.
The kettle switched itself off. He got up to make the coffee, then turned to look at her.
"You know, I haven't kissed you since I got back," he said
He was happy to see her face light up, eyes shine and her beautiful smile start to stretch across her face. A smile worth killing for. He approached her and then once again felt the dizzying touch of her lips on his. Flying away to another place where nothing could touch or hurt him.

They talked and talked, catching up on each others' past, until just before midnight when they decided to go to the kibbutz/volunteer pub. He wasn't sure himself about going in but was willing to follow her wherever she went. Once inside, he felt at home. Placing himself at the bar, he talked with some volunteers who had been around before he'd left. He was happy to see more familiar faces.
After leaving the pub, going with her to her room for a while then both of them returning, he decided to get some sleep. Since leaving England almost forty hours had passed and he'd had maybe only four hours sleep. He felt he deserved it.

He got off the bar stool and crossed to the other side of the pub, to where she was sitting and told her that he was off to bed.
"Maybe I'll come by later," she replied.
"OK," he said, and left. He knew not to take what she'd said too seriously. He'd asked her many times to stay the night with him and had got negative replies.
So, he went to sleep. Feeling relaxed and easy from the vodkas he'd drank it didn't take long.