“I’ll tell you after,” Marlena said cryptically while reaching over to grab both her and John’s wine glasses. “After what?” John asked quixotically. He sensed a change in her demeanor, in her tone. But he didn’t want to get his hopes up just yet. Secretly he had been hoping for some steamy, back-from-California sex, but …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.