“I remembered being in your arms.” Marlena looks up at her husband as they continue to shift slowly to the music. His teary eyes cause a foreign wave of emotion to pass through her, “I felt safe. Safe and loved.” The last word comes out as a soft whisper as she buries her face back …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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