“Sami should be calling soon,” Marlena sighs out, sleep slurring her words, and John smiles from the chair at her bedside. He can’t stop touching her, his thumb tracing the back of her hand like it has for so many years, but now, now it’s different. He’d almost lost her, couldn’t bear the thought of …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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