It's a strange sensation looking at my husband from the safety of my dressing table mirror. John doesn't know that I watch, as he gets ready for the umpteenth party for Titan. There's something in his movements that are undeniably male and that in response sends me into overdrive. But lately, since I got that …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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