Cool air permeated the region, bringing a sharpness not at all unpleasant. It wasn’t really cold, just cool, but not enough to warrant more than a long sleeved shirt. The pool below glowed, spouting water high in the air from several places. The view was quite nice from the second floor, the lack of the moon this early adding to the atmosphere of calm and beautiful.

Mike leaned on the railing of the balcony, cigarette in one hand and wine glass within reach of the other. He could still taste the sweet and tart left behind by his last sip when he inhaled deeply. Arms wrapped around him from behind, bringing with them Armani perfume and breath on his neck. His body reacted with tingles up and down his spine.

“I missed you” she told him, a slight southern tint to her words.

“I missed you, too” smiling, head tilting onto hers in a very loose interpretation of what a hug is. “The view is nicer than you made it sound”

He turned to give her a real hug, chin on her head, Armani and desire filling his nose. Their faces met a moment later. She tasted like wine.