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Marcos was a voyeur and had spent years wanting to see her with another man. The afternoon they tried it for the first time, two strangers in a restaurant changed everything.

He heard her go into the bathroom at the same hour three nights in a row. On the fourth, he stopped in the hallway. Just to look once, he told himself.

The man put his hand on Lucía’s skirt and she didn’t move. I was crushed among bodies and what I felt was not what I expected from myself.

When I asked her to open her legs a little and the guy in the back couldn’t stop staring, I knew that fantasy was only the beginning.

I asked her to wear the shortest skirt she owned and wait for the delivery driver. I hid behind the sofa. What happened went beyond anything we'd imagined.

She had never had a boyfriend, never been with a man. When I took her to my apartment that afternoon, her hands were shaking, but she never let go of me.

We were traveling together but sleeping apart. I was too cowardly to cross that hallway. Until she knocked on my door.

When I saw them on the roof terrace, everything changed. My cousin was looking at me from the dark and asked me something I hadn’t expected to hear that night.