5
Maya.
I was never the girl who bought lingerie for anyone but myself. I always told myself it was about confidence, that I liked the feeling of silk and lace against my skin, that I could seduce the world if I really wanted to. But tonight, everything felt different. Tonight, the world had narrowed to one window, one set of eyes, one man who already owned me in ways I hadn’t even realized I craved.
The apartment was quiet. The clock blinked past midnight. I stood in front of my full-length mirror, breathless, heart pounding. I’d chosen the black set of a tiny scrap of lace and mesh, bra barely containing my breasts, panties cut high, a garter belt I’d never worn for anyone else. My skin glowed in the soft lamplight, flushed from anticipation. I wondered if he was watching already, if
