Diana_morbosa

I had spent months exchanging messages with him, unsure whether I would dare. Then the day came, and I climbed into the taxi with trembling hands and stockings in my backpack.

I locked the door and took off my robe. Marcos looked at me from the bed, eyes wide, with something more than gratitude.

We got home from the airport at eleven at night, with the house to ourselves and fifteen days ahead of us. Then she told me she hated sleeping alone.

That night at the neighborhood fair I discovered something I shouldn’t have felt for my girlfriend’s younger sister, and the sight of her smile under the lights never let me sleep the same again.

I went up to see the new apartment and toast with cava. I didn’t come down until the next morning, with her perfume still on my skin and a secret no one should know.

I thought I was home alone. The key in the lock came too late, and when I lifted my head from the sofa, she’d already seen me.

In the restaurant I told her to act like my girlfriend. She switched chairs slowly. Neither of us said what that meant.

Three office colleagues invited her to stay after ten. They didn’t know Camila had her own rules for nights like this.