GolosoAndres

When I opened the door to my uncle that afternoon, no one else was home. What I confessed to him after that, on his sofa, I had never told anyone.

When Ricardo explained what he wanted to do with me and his five friends at the country house, I should have said no. I thought about it for six days before saying yes.

I arrived at the hotel convinced it would be just photos. When the door opened and his older brother appeared, I knew there’d be no turning back that night.

The invitation was for dinner. What no one said out loud is that the three of us wanted the night to end in something more.

The toy vibrated inside Clara while she danced with strangers. Andrés controlled it from his table. No one in the bar knew a thing.

They’d spent the day avoiding naming it. When Marcos closed the apartment door and asked whether they were going to sleep with their new partner, no one answered first.

I hadn’t gone out in months. I put on my black dress, went alone to the event, and never imagined that night would end between two men.