DAMIEN’S POV
I wonder how long I was going to sit in my car staring at the Aria’s apartment building. It was well past midnight, and she just pulled up, clutching her purse and dragging her tired legs up the stairs.
I watched her move sluggishly to her apartment before she disappeared from view.
I waited, and waited.
She came back out at 2 am, a robe wrapped around her. A cup of coffee sat in her hands. As I watched, she took a sip and gazed out into the night, her eyes closing in pleasure.
She took off her robe, and the wind nipped at her exposed flesh.
Her shorts were only at knee level, and her vest was snug against her chest.
There was an air of grace around her as she paced the balcony, thinking no one was seeing her.
It was late, and she had every right to walk around however
