“Doc, this movie is boring.” John whispered softly in her ear. He could smell her perfume; she was intoxicating. He kissed her neck and brought his hand to her breast. Marlena quickly pushed his hand away while her eyes darted around the dark theater to see if anyone had noticed. “John stop it, not …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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