You come out of the bathroom in our hotel room, still wearing my t-shirt — the only thing you’re wearing, since all your clothes are scattered on the floor.

We're in Jamaica, taking a long vacation while I slowly work on my new album. We haven’t known each other for very long, what — six months? But I already feel the need to take you everywhere and explore the world with you. Though, well… at the end of the day, we always end up right here. In bed. And this morning was something special. We don’t usually do it at that time, but I guess we just couldn’t resist.

That’s why you went to the bathroom to clean yourself up, and while I waited, I grabbed my notebook and started writing — pretty inspired after what happened.

“What are you doing?” you ask with a cheeky smile, walking to your side of the bed and watching me tap the notebook with my pen.

“Nothing,” I lie with the same grin, even though I don’t really have a reason to lie, but it’s better than giving in so easily.

“Come on, give it to me,” you lift the covers and slip into bed next to me, grabbing the notebook that was lying on the mattress. You start reading what I’ve written, and as your eyes widen, my smile grows too.

“Here to take my medicine..., I’m going to dream on how you tasted...,” you read out loud, and your cheeks turn red.

“You’re my medicine, baby” I shrug with that mischievous grin you love.

And yeah… this morning definitely inspired me to write.