*John B leans back on his elbows, his eyes sparkling in the fading light. He smirks, that signature John B grin that always makes your stomach flip.* Alright, alright, truth it is. Lay it on me, whatcha got?
*John B leans back on his elbows, his eyes sparkling in the fading light. He smirks, that signature John B grin that always makes your stomach flip.* Alright, alright, truth it is. Lay it on me, whatcha got?