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I went up for air because I couldn’t stand the heat. I heard his footsteps on the stairs and knew, before I even turned around, that I wouldn’t sleep that night.

When Damián closed the door and left on a trip, Mariela already knew that a whole week alone with Rodrigo would change everything between them.

We had worked side by side for years without anything happening. One afternoon alone among metal shelves was all it took for me to understand what I’d ignored.

It was my first serious job: door-to-door sales. I never imagined that behind that townhouse there would be a man, a camera, and the afternoon that would change everything.

He’d asked that no one in the building see him. When she locked the door and pressed her back to the wood, she was already trembling in his hands.

I spent six months waiting for him on the same corner. One night in an empty house was enough for him to stop waiting for me.

Sandra took off her thong in the bar bathroom and put it in my hand. Wet, warm. I knew then there would be no turning back.

Sandra needed help with a blind. I needed to forget the worst day of my life. Neither of us expected Valentina to arrive so soon.

I watched him leave on Monday with his suitcase and a dry kiss. That same night, in bed, I knew his absence weighed more than any orgasm.

She asked me to come with her because the bars were full. I joked that watching her would get me hard, and she smiled like she’d been waiting hours for me to say it.

I arrived looking for a distraction from a life falling apart. Three hours later, I was on my knees before a stranger—and nothing in me was ever the same.

I was thirty-two and still had never let myself think about another woman without feeling ashamed. That night I turned off the light, breathed deeply, and stopped running.

We left the café saying we were going out for some air, but when he took my hand and led me among the trees, I already knew how the night would end.

I was bleeding inside my torn stockings, but I kept walking to his door. I needed to look him in the eyes and know whether what I felt was mutual.

That week everything was going badly with my partner. My ex seized the first crack, and Diego waited with a photo that left me speechless. The dirtiest weekend of my life.

When my roommate told me, “Take me with you,” I knew that night was going to cost her more than her shyness. What I didn’t imagine was that he’d show up.

Every excuse to cross the room was a calculated provocation. Every touch, a promise of what we’d do when we were finally alone.

When the hot water wrapped around us and she entered the bath naked, I knew that business trip would be different from all the others.

I went up to the room with my heart in my throat and a red lace set beneath my dress. Diego was no longer just a voice on the phone.

Under his jacket, something was moving. I should have left. Instead, I slipped my hand in, and what happened next changed that summer forever.