Joanna's POV
I KNEW IT WAS Francis the moment my eyes landed on him. I could never forget him, at least not again. Once was enough. I drank in his scent as we nuzzled. This time it was real, and not a faraway scent.
As we embraced, I snuggled him in equal intensity, frightened to let him go, but when he pulled away I caught the fear in his eyes. I was a terrible person to mess with his emotions.
The look on his face was so rare that I didn’t know the moment I burst out laughing. I laughed so hard that if I wasn’t holding myself I would have kissed the Hoor right there and then.
I recalled telling Elvis I could be an actress one day but the dude disagreed. jow I wished he was there to witness my acting. I would bet he would hand me an Oscar.
I shook my head while a smile lingered on my face and stood up to head to the bathroom. I wobbled a bit on my way there, my legs feeling like jellies.