7 Leah
One Month Later . . .
“What’s up, baby,” said Jayceon when he sprinted into their bedroom – then off to the bathroom – body dripping with sweat. After he flushed and washed his hands, he came back to the bedroom where Leah was sitting on the bed with her head buried in her laptop.
When she looked up at him, standing in front of the bed, she smiled and closed the lid on her MacBook. She twitched her nose when she joked, “You so musty.”
Jace grinned and picked up a towel that was draped over the desk chair and started rubbing the beads of sweat that was still pouring from his pores. “I went running this mornin’ after I got off.” He went back to the bathroom to start his shower water. His voice echoed off the marble when he called out, “I hate workin’ Saturday nights, but I gotta d
