silkmarcela

I opened the nightstand drawer. The book was there, where it always was. And in ten minutes I could no longer stay still.

I ran out in my nightgown, naked underneath, with the vibrator in my hand. The door clicked shut, and I knew I was locked out. Someone was already in the hall.

I put on the black dress and the high heels, and for the first time I wasn’t ashamed of the body I saw in the mirror. That afternoon, he was waiting for me.

I slipped into the hotel pool at night in lingerie and a snug toy, convinced I’d be alone. Someone was watching me from the dark bar.

I showed up in lace and high heels expecting Héctor. Diego opened the door with an ironic smile and I couldn’t get a single word out. But the heels changed everything.

I was about to close the app when the tap came in. Three hundred meters. Close. Too close to ignore on a Sunday with no plans.

I locked the door, lowered the blind, and promised myself there would be no limits tonight. I’d waited too long to discover that pleasure.

Two days after arriving in the capital, I discovered that from my window I could see a terrace where three people practiced something no one was meant to witness.

I told myself it would only be coffee. That I could control the situation. But when he opened the door before I even knocked, there was no turning back.

I told myself I only cut past the lot because it was the shortest way. But when his eyes followed me and his hand brushed my hip, I couldn’t lie anymore.

When Nicolás came upstairs to complain about the music, he found Valentina on the balcony in a wet slip and a smile that promised nothing good.