Chapter 37: Total Waste!

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 culinary delight?" "Pretty decent, thanks for the effort," Eliana replied, plopping down at the table. Chase, on the other hand, was having oatmeal, his face stiff as if the whole world owed him a fortune. Stephan figured they hit it off last night. "Mr. Wilkinson took care of it, even tossed in a bottle of wine." Chase shot Stephan a look, and suddenly it clicked for him. Something went wrong last night? Just then, Chase's phone buzzed. He picked it up and heard a voice like honey on gravel, "Guess where I am