I Went Back for the Man Who Had Marked Me
We hadn’t exchanged numbers, but I knew how to find him. I went back to the chat with one thought: to have him call me his kitty again.
We hadn’t exchanged numbers, but I knew how to find him. I went back to the chat with one thought: to have him call me his kitty again.
Iván was still asleep in my arms when a noise in the hallway pulled me out of bed. I had no idea the last day would be the hottest of all.
I’d been in the waiting room for more than two hours when he called my name. I never imagined that same afternoon would end with us alone in a gurney no one used anymore.
I walked in with a glass of water and found him changing his pants. From that second on, I knew everything I thought I knew about myself was a lie.
Ten minutes off, a soccer video game, and a ridiculous bet were enough to unravel everything Bruno thought he knew about his friend in one afternoon.
It was nine-thirty in the morning, an almost-corrected Excel sheet, and suddenly his boyfriend’s naked body was brushing his neck. Working was going to be impossible.
I knew his schedule, the sound of his boots, the exact moment he took off his shirt because of the heat. What I didn’t know was how far that obsession would take me.
In the school showers I always looked on the sly. That afternoon, on my way back from training, Mateo asked me the question I’d been waiting for for years.
The shop was empty at three in the afternoon. When he pulled the shutter down and led me to the fitting room, I knew that siesta wouldn’t be like any other.
When I got into the truck with him that night, I knew something was going to happen. What I didn’t imagine was ending up on my knees in the dark looking at him like that.