The water had been running in the bathroom sink for more than 10 minutes. He could hear the occasional pump of the hand soap, and her quickened breathing as it continued. Goddamn, Doc. He walked over to the threshold of the bathroom next to their bedroom, leaning against the doorjamb, where he observed as she …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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