The car skidded to a halt, the tyres screeching as the rain continued to pellet onto its surface. He turned to look at me, and I was almost scared of him when I saw the look in his eyes. It was that look of utter and uncontainable fury that shone from his baby blues. They …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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