He stood outside the door, his stomach churning and feeling like he had to vomit. He didn't want to hurt her, he never would. But there was no way to not hurt her now. No way to get out of this... but there was also no way he would string her along. That wouldn’t be …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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