I. Overture I’m still not quite sure how it happened, when I think back on it. Ava was showing me the view from atop her new apartment, and suddenly we are together, our bodies pressed close. She was warm and willing and showing me the type of attention and acceptance I’d secretly been craving. So …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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