Eliana sauntered back to her room, eyeing her palm. That sensation from earlier lingered, and she couldn't help but mutter to herself, "I must've been sleepier than a hibernating bear earlier. Didn't even savor that touch properly. What a waste!"

Downstairs, Chase strutted around in a combat jacket and jeans, looking like he just walked out of a gritty action movie.

Stephan trotted in with breakfast and chirped at Eliana, "Morning, Mrs. Wilkinson, did you enjoy last night's ...