“I wish I could just shut off my brain for a little while,” I finally whisper, breaking the lengthy silence that fell over us when we lay down. Admitting that out loud feels like defeat, but it’s the truth. John’s arm tightens a little around my shoulders. We’re lying in bed, John on his back …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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