She waited patiently for him to leave the room, her heart aflutter by his mere presence. She faced away from him, staring at the dresser top, now and then glancing up discreetly to see if he was still there. “Fine, I will leave. But we need to talk about this some time.” She breathed …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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