How My Son’s Friend Ruined My Christmas Eve
He was twenty-one and had been looking at me for months in a way I pretended not to notice. That night my son went to bed and we were left alone.
He was twenty-one and had been looking at me for months in a way I pretended not to notice. That night my son went to bed and we were left alone.
Two separated women, an apartment too orderly, and a deck of cards no one should have found that night.
I’d spent a month thinking about that night, and I told Sandra everything without filters. She listened in silence and finally said: I’m jealous. That’s how it all began.
It had been a month since I couldn’t get that corner of Industria out of my head. That night I decided to go back, but this time I wouldn’t be alone.
The hallway was silent, his door ajar. I knew I shouldn’t go in. I went in anyway.
From the moment I got into the car, his eyes kept going back to the mirror again and again. It was obvious he was looking at me. I decided to do something about it.
I was wandering aimlessly when he lifted his head from a second-floor window and held my gaze as if he knew, before I did, that we’d end up tangled in his sheets.
He asked me for a quickie while I was writing. He came out of the bathroom smelling like him, and I put on the lace stockings. I’m still savoring the rest.
Four men paid to use me in a storehouse. My daughter controlled the door. That night I stopped being who I was.
When I walked into that bar and heard her introduce herself, something inside me collapsed. It wasn’t desire. It was absolute surrender.
When I saw the man coming up the path, he squeezed my head harder. He wasn’t going to stop. And I didn’t want him to.
I’d spent months fantasizing about surrendering to someone who knew how to take control. I never imagined I’d find him on a Friday at a bar.
She lied in front of everyone in the parking lot to get into my car. Before we left the city, she’d already found my hand. And I didn’t want to go home like that either.
The night breeze, two lit joints, and the certainty that everyone was asleep. All that was left was for one of us to say aloud what we were both thinking.
I recognized her at the top of the hill. Seven years had passed, and she looked at me like she knew I’d be there that Saturday. What happened after that should never have happened.
We’d been trading looks in that bar for four years. Her in her glasses, me not knowing what to do with everything I felt every time she served me.
I hadn’t gone out in months. I put on my black dress, went alone to the event, and never imagined that night would end between two men.
We cooked dinner together between furtive kisses. Neither of us imagined how that movie night on the sofa would end when he discovered my secret habit.
He locked the door, sat at the desk, and looked at me with green eyes that didn’t judge a thing. I was still breathing hard.
Mateo was twenty-five and had a look that didn’t ask permission. When Andrés invited him home, we both knew that night wasn’t going to end soon.