TRAE the man across the arrivals lounge in Ibiza is abrasively beautiful.
The kind of attractive that could rip you in two.
Which is exactly what seeing him does to me.
Wearing a dark suit, cut close to his strong body, he carries himself with
a confidence no man should possess.
No one is that right, least of all him.
The man in the lounge turns, calling out to a woman across the room.
He’s handsome, but I realize he’s not the man I haven’t been able to get out
of my head for the past two months....