Rachel POV
As he unlocked the door and stepped inside, I trailed behind him, the soft click of the latch echoing through the silence. With a flick of his wrist, the room was illuminated with lighting.
The double date had been a delightful distraction, but as the night drew to a close, I couldn't shake the feeling of reluctance. I had savored every moment, and the thought of parting ways was almost too much to bear. Yet, I knew I had to retreat to my room, leaving the evening's magic to linger like a whispered promise.
As he ascended the stairs with gentle deliberation, I followed at a slower pace, my footsteps echoing through the stillness. The air was alive with tension, a palpable force that seemed to vibrate between us like the hum of a harp string. His earlier touch had ignited a spark within me, and now I burned with a desire that threatened to consume me whole.