“Christopher? What’s wrong?” Catherine walked over to him and placed her slender hand on his shoulder. “Christopher?” “I’m sorry, what? “Where did you go?” He looks as her, blue eyes filled with confusion “Oh, I was just thinking that’s all. Why? What’s up?” “You forgot we had a plans tonight didn’t you?” She crosses her …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.