Windows are thrown wide, desperate to catch a breeze. I lie naked, bathed in moonlight yet drenched in sultry humidity, craving cool comfort and... something else. He's here. Somewhere in the shadows, out of reach, a calm, controlled sigh rises over the zip and rustle of unnecessary clothes. Eyes closed. The mattress beneath sways gently. Skin slides softly over the crisp, cotton sheet. A sandalwood cologne fills the air...