John stared out the window as he clutched Doc close to his chest. It had to have been past midnight. Doc fought to stay awake, but she eventually fell asleep, draped across him on the sofa. She had been so worked up about Orpheus’ return, but she seemed to calm down a bit after he …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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