I Confess What Happened With My Coworker That Summer
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.
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.
I pressed my forehead against the door so I wouldn’t make a sound. The children were asleep on the other side and I was melting under my husband’s hands, biting my lip.