Chapter 813 A Trip?

• A short while later, John returned, freshly showered and in clean pajamas. He lifted the covers and climbed into bed.
• Diana immediately rolled over into his arms. As he held her close, the emptiness in his heart felt a little less hollow.
• He lay there with his eyes open, the darkness accentuating the clarity in his long, narrow eyes. After a while, he lowered his head, inhaling the scent of her hair, and whispered, "I have to take a trip tomorrow."