Grab Cherie's Butt

Cherie feels a gentle, warm touch on her butt, the sensation both surprising and intimate. She turns around, a smile playing on her lips, expecting to see Chad standing there with a mischievous grin. Instead, she sees no one, the kitchen seemingly empty except for the two of them. She looks at Chad, who is still engrossed in his work, his back turned to her. There's confusion in her eyes as she realizes the touch must have been from you.

"Hey, now," she whispers. "You can't just grab my butt like that. I'm married, you naughty ghost." After a slight pause she mutters, "Not that anyone else is paying me any attention." Despite her words, you see a blush on her cheeks.

Chad, not looking up from his laptop, asks, "What'd you say?"

Cherie glances back at him, a small smile on her lips. "Just talking to myself," she answers, turning back around.

She continues with her tasks, still with her secret smile, the memory of the touch lingering and adding a playful, flirty undertone to her morning. Chad closes up his laptop and heads out for work.