20 Jace
“Who you texting?” asked Leah when she came out of the bathroom and spotted Jace with his phone in his hands. He was standing over by the window with his back turned to the thirty-nine stories twinkling behind the thick, double-paned glass. When he looked up, he smiled, quickly noticing Leah was wearing his favorite outfit: nothing. No boyshorts. No sexy little PINK shirt. No lacy matching bra and panties, no nothing but a massive pair of hoop earrings and an inquisitive stare as to who he was tap, tap, tapping his screen for this late. After the concert, they hit up a few clubs in the area and even stumbled into one of the casinos before heading back to their suite at the Marriott on top of the GM Renaissance Center. They kicked it; they partied hard and drank until they both sta
