When There Is Nothing Left But Love

The sun’s warmth graced me, but I blocked out its light, though I squinted at it. “It’s a good day.”

“It is,” John answered. We came to a crossroads, but John made a right turn. It was in the opposite direction of our home.

“I thought we’re going home.” I started to panic. All I wanted to do then was to find out what happened in the basement.

“No, no, no.” John didn’t even look at me. “It’s a good day, and the good news won’t stop coming. Next stop, here we come.” He blabbed about his plan, but I didn’t get a word of it.

I frowned, but there was nothing I could do. All I could do was go with the flow.

Trips were fun, but not when I was in a hurry. What a waste of time. I called Ashton.

It beeped, but then the call was hung up. Maybe it wasn’t a good time. I stared at the call record for a few moments before texting him: Call me when you’re done. It’s urgent.

came to the airport. Alright, that was odd,

Then he shrugged. “What are you doing? The plane’s landing

my arms, annoyed and refusing to cooperate. “You’re getting in the way of a crucial matter, John. This person better be important, or you’re going

and came back to push me

after fifteen minutes of waiting. I pointed at the time on my phone, shoving it in his face. “It’s almost one. Who are we waiting for,

my shoulder. “I’m back,

her sexy curves

none of that was comparable to the surprise I felt when she took off her sunglasses. “Oh, Emery! It really is you! Oh my

believe that she managed to recover in a mere month or so. Her back was fair and smooth, totally

it, so I spent tons of money to

part that’s healed. I got my scars under