Marlena looks out one of the penthouse windows. She sighs as she closes her eyes and thinks of John. She couldn't sleep at all last night because every time she closed her eyes, her thoughts drifted to John. Roman had asked her the night before at dinner if anything was wrong, but as usual she …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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