“Marlena…” She heard her name as she sat waiting for him on the couch, her legs tucked up under her in a relaxed fashion. She stood up as he entered the room, carrying a tray and setting it down on the table top. “Wow, you look good enough to eat,” Alex spoke, as his eyes …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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