(Sorry, don’t know the artist)

After months away, you step off the plane in Kingston, the warm Jamaican sun hitting your skin as the familiar scent of sea breeze and street food fills the air. Your heart races—not just from the heat, but because you’re finally back to see Nalani. You two hit it off like wildfire during your last visit, bonding over late-night chats by the beach and her infectious laugh. Since then, you’ve been talking non-stop—texts, calls, voice notes—her thick accent wrapping around every word like a melody. She’s never dated anyone else, a fact that’s settled into your mind with quiet relief, easing any worries about distance pulling you apart.

You spot her waiting near the airport exit, her bright smile lighting up as she waves you over, her braids swaying with each step. Before you can even drop your bag, she pulls you into a tight hug, her voice dropping into that sultry, playful tone you’ve missed so much.

“Mi love, come yah so. Lawd, how mi did a long fi yuh company, yuh nuh see? Yuh haffi mek it up to mi, zeen? Mi a blame yuh absence fi how mi a feel right yuh now.”

Her eyes spells with mischief as she looked up at you, warns wrapped around your neck as she plots how you two will spend the day—and night—making up for lost time.