Diana stepped out onto her small balcony, the warm night air wrapping around her like a secret. She had just moved into this old apartment building a week ago, and she liked the quiet. No one knew her here. No one expected anything from her. At twenty-eight, with her full curves and dark, wavy hair that fell past her shoulders, she was used to men looking. But she never chased. She just lived the way she wanted.
Tonight, the silk robe she wore was thin and short, barely covering her thighs. The city lights glowed soft in the distance, and a cool breeze made her n*****s tighten under the fabric. She poured herself a glass of cold white wine and leaned on the railing, letting the robe slip open just a little at the top. It felt good to breathe free after unpacking all day.
That’s when she
