Confessions

I saw my ex kissing someone else at the bar. That night I crossed a line I’d never crossed before, and spent months charging for pleasure.

They call me a faithful man, but there are two people who know what I really am. This is what I can never tell the woman I love.

It was just the two of us in bed, the light low, her legs over mine. I told her I’d spent weeks thinking about something I didn’t know how to ask for.

We were two married business partners, a pricey SUV, and two hundred kilometers ahead. They were twenty and had an attitude that changed everything.

I’d gone two years without anyone looking at me that way. And when Miguel did, I knew something in me wasn’t as asleep as I’d thought.

No partner, no hurry. Just me, the dark, and the moans of a singer who’d been turning me on since the nineties.

I went to the hotel in my black dress with my mind made up. What I didn’t expect was for my own body to betray me like that.

She had spent weeks preparing the trip that would put distance between them. But he appeared at her door before she could escape.

I was nineteen, with a half-finished history assignment, when Rodrigo first stared at my cleavage. I never imagined it would take a decade to collect.

When Sofía lowered herself into the chair and I saw her face twist in pain, I knew the flu was a lie and that what had happened was far worse than I imagined.

Four years in the same office without knowing who we were to each other. The day we found out, everything changed.

I had spent two years working for Adrián without crossing a line. That afternoon in the Mediterranean, amid heat and wine, everything changed.

I met her in the kitchen at a party and she whispered in my ear that she'd been watching me all night. That night changed everything.

We had gone to that apartment telling ourselves we were just going to have a drink. By the time the poker deck came out, it was already too late to be honest with myself.

Valeria had spent ten years defending the guilty and the innocent. What she didn't expect was for one of them to look at her that way from the other side of the cell.

Every time I crossed my legs in class, his eyes went down on their own. It took me two Tuesdays and one Friday to get him to invite me to the private reading room.

The first time I was fifteen. I got home early and found the two of them in the bedroom. Sandra face down on the bed, Mom massaging her back. They were both laughing softly.

Kwame parked his truck at noon, and before setting off the next day he had left his mark on three different bodies. Some sought him out; others simply gave in.

At seven in the morning, I arrived for my workout. She locked the locker room door and said, “Today’s class isn’t on the regular menu.”