Somehow, Joana managed to drift off to sleep that night, only to awaken the next morning with a throbbing headache, a lingering reminder of the emotional turmoil from the previous night.
The memory of the intimate moment with Elijah in the dimly lit kitchen lingered in her thoughts like a haunting specter. The sensation of his hands on her waist and the warmth of his body pressed against hers lingered vividly, along with the taste of his lips and the echo of their shared kiss. As sunlight filtered through her bedroom window, Joana yearned to retreat back to the darkness of the prior night, seeking solace in Elijah's presence. In the quiet solitude of the morning, a profound sense of loneliness washed over her, igniting an unconscious yearning for touch and intimacy she had long overlooked
