Elion walked into the private restroom connected to his office. The door clicked shut behind him, cutting off the muffled sounds of the outside world. He exhaled sharply, his chest rising and falling in controlled movements as he pressed a hand against the sink's cool porcelain surface.
The mirror reflected his composed, refined image, but inside, he was anything but calm. His pulse was unsteady, his thoughts a tangled mess.
With a sigh, Elion reached for a stack of tissues from the counter. He carefully dabbed the moisture from the drink that had spilled onto his thigh earlier. The soft fabric pressed against his skin, absorbing the dampness—
And that was when it happened.
His fingers brushed over the spot where Raelynn had touched him.
