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She raised a towel between the car doors to hide from everyone. She hadn’t counted on the wind—or on how many eyes were already watching her.

I learned that pleasure wasn't in the sea or the landscape, but in the exact moment a stranger realized I was wearing nothing underneath.

I turned off my phone with sixty missed calls from my boyfriend, lit the candles, and waited at the top of the stairs for the downstairs doorbell to ring.

I’d spent years imagining him from the other side of the wall. That night, alone in my aunt’s house, he was the one who rang the bell.

My window was open and my hand was where it shouldn't have been when I heard her voice ten feet away. When I opened my eyes, she was already watching me.

A hundred and fifty meters from my parasol, she was stroking him without hiding it. I knew I’d return through the dunes so I wouldn’t miss what came next.

That night the dare was simple and insane at the same time: cross the property naked, on all fours, right past the window where anyone could see me.

Daniel slept in the front seat while, three feet away, his uncle and girlfriend shared the truck’s narrow bunk. And Noelia no longer wanted to sleep.

I’d put on the shortest skirt I owned, and when that college student rested his hand on my thigh, I knew the journey would be far longer than the ticket said.

He brought homemade orujo in an unlabeled jug and got my boyfriend drunk in an hour. When Sergio started snoring, his uncle looked at me, and I knew dinner was only the beginning.

When he came out of the shower and found him waiting in black lace, Bianca smiled: she knew exactly what was going to happen that night.

It was six in the morning and he was looking at me in the rearview mirror as if he already knew what I was going to let happen. This really happened, and I regret nothing.

I crossed the complex to deliver a message and ended up surrounded by four older men who looked at me as if I were the main course of the afternoon.

I let my guard down the moment he walked into the stall. I hadn’t come looking for any of it, but his voice ordered me to kneel, and I no longer knew how to say no.

I had seen him only once and couldn’t forget his body. When I learned he was looking for me too, I waited for my mother to go to work and let him in.

I’d gotten used to being looked at, but that afternoon, alone at the waterfall, I decided that this time I wouldn’t cover up when I found him hidden among the trees.

He shut the room door with all my clothes in his hands and left me on my knees, naked, with one order: “I’ll wait for you in the car.”

I thought I controlled everything at home, until the woman I married made it clear who really ruled the three of us.

Every week we stared at the photos by the entrance without daring to go in. The night we crossed that door, I discovered how far I could go with him watching me.

She lowered her dress's zipper in front of the entryway mirror and, seeing herself surrounded by his arms, knew there was no going back that night.