The Stalker Next Door: 5. Games of Shadows

All day at work, she floated through meetings and deadlines, her body buzzing with the memory of him. She could still feel the ghost of his touch, still hear his words. By the time she got home, her skin was humming with anticipation. She hoped he had missed her just much as she had, missed him, missed his touch.  

When she stepped onto her balcony that night, she didn’t hesitate. Couldn't. 

She leaned against the railing, her glass of wine in hand, the thin strap of her tank top sliding off one shoulder. She didn’t bother adjusting it. She wanted to see if he was watching.

And he was. And a rush of desire shook her body. 

The same dark silhouette at the window, still and waiting.

Her breath quickened, her thighs pressing together. She took a slow sip of her wine, tilting her head, letting her hair fall to one side. She knew exactly what picture she made: careless, exposed, half-undressed.

Heat curled in her stomach when she sa