Misa Donovan leaned against the doorway of her balcony and closed her eyes, on a day like today the memories attacked her senses. Most of the time she could avoid them but on occasion, when she feels lonely they would assail her. She could almost taste the sweetness of his skin. She inhaled and it was as if she could smell freshly brewed Blue Mountain coffee and the Caribbean Sea. Misa could feel the cool breeze blowing across her bare back and the sunshine bronzing her skin as surely as if she was still standing on the shores of Montego Bay. She could see the smooth caramel thighs that lay stretched across the bed tangled in crisp white sheets like mountains against clouds. Today as the wind blew she could hear his laugh while picturing him seated at the table drinking Red Stripe his smile bubbling over his lips.
On the really bad days, he never leaves her mind. It’s as if he packed himself in her luggage along with the rest of her things. He has invaded her senses and she carries him with her everywhere.