Later that afternoon, Dexter put aside the song he had been working on. He looked at the time. It was getting late. His music still needed more work, but it would have to wait until he got more fuel and motivation. He goes and knocks on the bedroom door. Taesha gets up quickly, fixing her messy hair and smoothing it back in place to look presentable.
"What on earth am I doing?" She takes a deep breath before opening the door.
When he lays eyes on her, he has to hold himself back, wanting to take and kiss her senseless again. But he forced himself to show some restraint and act appropriately. But his eyes couldn't help as he canvases her face and body and how she smelled. Her jogging suit hugged that sexy figure and how great her hair looked.
"Yes, what is it?" Taesha asked, noticing tho
