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

only noticed my absence when he was about to enter the airport. Then he shrugged. “What are you doing? The plane’s landing soon.” He gave me a

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

push me into

on my phone, shoving it in his face. “It’s almost one. Who are we waiting

then someone patted my

sticking to all her sexy curves tightly. The woman was also wearing stilettos, and she radiated nothing but sexual allure. I’d probably flirt with her if I were

her sunglasses. “Oh, Emery! It really

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

grin again. “I couldn’t stand it, so I spent

only part that’s healed. I got my scars under cover. Pun not