Jan. Week 3: Tuesday Evening at Home-Leah relaxes with Jonathan (Suspicion: -5)

Leah sank into the worn cushions of their gray sectional, the fabric pilling slightly where her body had claimed its territory over countless evenings just like this one. She flicked mindlessly between Instagram and Twitter on her phone, thumb scrolling past disasters and outrage while Netflix's "Are you still watching?" prompt glowed accusingly from the TV. Jonathan appeared in the doorway balancing white paper bags spotted with grease, the sharp scent of General Tso's chicken and steamed dumplings announcing dinner before he did. They sat shoulder-to-shoulder through an episode of that crime documentary series they'd both compromised on.

"Want dessert?" He reached out and touched her knee and moved it up toward her intimate area slowly as he gave her a sly look.

"AFTER--we brush our teeth." Leah moved her face away from him with overdramatic flair. "I love you--and I want to kiss you but after Chinese?"

"Yeahhhhhhh that is fair." they both laughed as they moved to the master bedroom, quickly brushed their teeth and gargled with mouthwash then proceeded to the bed for one of those sex sessions that could best be described as...