Chapter 1 John sat on the arm of the couch, in his loft, gently running his fingers through Marlena’s hair, and over the top of her head. He watched the silken strands as they weaved around his hand, mesmerized by the different colors in it. He couldn’t bear to let her out of his sight, …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 