Evening real estate dreams

Twilight had settled gently over the city as Clara entered the elegant estate she had chosen for a real estate tour. The welcome from the charming realtor Raphael was like the first light of the evening star — warm, attractive and full of promises. “Welcome,” he said, his gaze penetrating. “I hope you're ready to explore? ” Clara nodded, tingling across her body as she followed him into the house. The room was wide and full of light, with large windows that gave a view of the setting sun. “It is truly breathtaking,” she muttered as she turned around and met Raphael's intense gaze. He moved closer to her, the room seemed to be filled with unspoken thoughts. “The best time to enjoy the atmosphere is in the evening,” he said and his voice had that seductive sound that lingered in Clare's ear. Her eyes widened as she felt the tension in the room increase. A heartfelt smile expressed his unmistakable intent as he began to weave the first shades of lavender blue around them. Raphael's hand slid gently over her shoulder, his breath had warmed the room, and the night seemed to whisper deafeningly as the world around her seemed to stand still for a moment. Their hearts beat at a steady pace. Clara felt her cheeks get hot and yet she pulled her breath in the face of the electrifying tension between them. “May I show you the bedroom? “Raphael asked, looking auspicious. “Yes, please,” Clara replied, who was now having trouble collecting her thoughts. He led her up the stairs and the silence was filled with a glimmer of anticipation. “Here it is,” he said softly as she opened the door and revealed what was in the room for them both. The darkness was deep and mysterious, the lights shimmered softly. Surrounded by luxurious furniture, the space seemed to come to life. “It's perfect,” Clara whispered without moving away from his moving proximity; she felt his legs almost close to her cuddly one. Raphael moved closer and their hearts found a common rhythm, while his hand now tenderly touched her arm. “Do you believe in surprises, Clara? “he asked and leaned forward slightly so that their noses almost touched, the smell of fresh lavender and the whiff of wood and stone from the stately property merged into an exhilarating memory. “I think I could start doing it,” she muttered as her thoughts of viewing the property took on more and more the direction of the unknown. A warm breeze made the curtains dance, their bodies came closer, so much so that the tingling almost broke the silence. Raphael leaned forward as the magic of the moment engulfed her mind, every breath seemed to condense the air around her. But the moment was fleeting when Clara suddenly looked at herself and noticed how the sparks between them were blazing into flames. As her lips almost touched, there was a knock on the door... and the moment was shattered.