Back from a morning hill ride, I roll my new bike into the shade of the car port, against the white plaster wall of the villa I’ve rented on the south coast of Spain. The sky is brilliant blue and the waters past the cliff are a matching deeper shade.
Every muscle in my body is exhausted but also relaxed. I strip and shower outdoors, watching the ripples of the sea fade into the horizon and the white sails of boats dotting the bay.
Towel myself dry and head to the poolside where my lover is tanning her already deep golden brown skin wearing just her string bikini bottoms. Waves of dark brown curls of her hair are framing her face and resting on her shoulders. She’s reading but smiles and waves happily the minute she sees me approach.
Two tall ice cold Thai Mojitos sit on a tray by the lounge chairs. I sink into the lounger, finally feeling the last of the tension melt from my body. Take the first long drink and feel it rush down into my empty stomach. I’m going to have to eat something or the booze will just go right to my head. Nah, fuck it. Dinner will have to do. It’s going to be a great afternoon.