They were sitting on the couch, and Marlena was completely bored. It was raining and too late to go anywhere, not that they wanted to go out anyway. Marlena let out a loud sigh as John continued to go over the work he brought home. She was getting kind of ticked off at being ignored. …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 