Real Estate Agents Get Frisky for the Sale

Erin Electra

Erin Electra,Matthias Christ

The golden afternoon light streamed through the grand, empty bay window, illuminating dust motes that danced around her like tiny fairies. He watched, mesmerized, as she tucked a strand of sun-kissed hair behind her ear, her smile a soft, secret thing meant only for him in the quiet of the staged living room. The scent of fresh paint and her delicate perfume mingled in the still air, creating an intoxicating fragrance of new beginnings. His hand, as he gestured toward the fireplace, accidentally brushed against hers, and a jolt of warmth spread up his arm, settling deep in his chest. Her breath hitched almost imperceptibly, a silent acknowledgment of the sudden, palpable shift between them. The professional distance they had maintained all day crumbled in that single, fleeting touch, replaced by a magnetic pull that drew his gaze to the gentle curve of her neck. He could see the rapid flutter of her pulse at her throat, a tiny, frantic bird betraying the calm of her expression. The world outside the pristine walls seemed to fade into a distant hum, the only real sound being the soft whisper of their shared breathing. In her wide, blue eyes, he saw not just a reflection of the empty house, but a glimpse of a future filled with shared laughter and quiet mornings. For a timeless moment, they were not just agents in a transaction, but two souls discovering an unexpected home in each other's silent understanding.