"John, you know they will be back soon?" Marlena warned gently, drawing John's face toward her chest as the convulsions continued to wrack his body. "I know. Let's just..." John moved his face toward Marlena as he stared at her lips. "Make the best of a bad situation..." he breathed against her mouth. Having him …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.