Just thinking about it made Leslie restless.
She bolted upstairs to Broderick's room.
Could he be sick? Why else would he still be asleep this late?
She pushed the door open - and was stunned by the scene.
The room was brightly lit, curtains already drawn open, windows wide too. No AC running. But the bed? Totally empty.
Leslie scratched her cheek, confused. Not in bed... then where'd he go?
Just then, the bathroom door clicked open, and Broderick walked out. Their eyes met, both freezing for a moment.
He stepped out wearing nothing but a towel, bare-chested. His hair still damp, one hand rubbing it with a towel. Clearly caught off-guard by her presence, his hand paused mid-motion.
A single water droplet rolled down from his hair, slid over his defined chest, carv
