Her. Marlena. He can't see her because his eyes are closed, but there is no mistaking who it is. He can feel her--her hair tickling all across his chest, and she isn't being particularly careful with her long fingernails as they dig into him, but that just makes him more aware of her. Gloriously …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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