He grinned. “Now that’s a listing I’d pay full asking price for.”
Leo nodded, already lifting his camera to his eye, framing a shot of the quartz countertops. Claire watched him work. He moved with a quiet confidence, adjusting angles, noticing the light. He wasn't just clicking; he was seeing . When he knelt to get a low shot of the breakfast nook, his gaze flicked from the viewfinder directly to her.
The pretense of the real estate shoot evaporated. It wasn't about the house anymore. It was about the undeniable, unexpected heat between a confident woman who knew what she wanted and a younger man who was bold enough to ask for it. mompov redhead
Claire laughed, a genuine, throaty sound. “You already got the only shot that mattered.” She propped herself up on an elbow. “Dinner first. I make a mean lasagna. Then, maybe we try the master bedroom lighting.”
What followed was a slow, deliberate unraveling. Leo kissed her, not tentatively, but with a hungry appreciation. He discovered that her red hair smelled of vanilla and something floral. He learned that the curve of her neck was breathtakingly sensitive. Claire, in turn, found a delightful surprise in his patience. He was not a boy in a hurry; he was a man who understood the power of anticipation. He grinned
“It’s everything,” he replied, standing. He gestured toward the living room. “Can we move in there? The fireplace will make a great anchor.”
“I’m a former drama teacher,” she admitted, a sly smile playing on her lips. “I know how to hold a moment.” He moved with a quiet confidence, adjusting angles,
He lifted her onto the cool granite of the kitchen island, the afternoon light now painting stripes of gold across her pale skin. Every touch was a conversation, a quiet negotiation of pleasure. The only sounds were their shared breaths, the soft whisper of fabric, and the occasional creak of the leather sofa when they eventually moved there.
