Confessions

We went upstairs without really knowing how to begin. I was the one who took the first step, and from that moment there was no turning back.

I pushed open the garage door and froze. My mother and my aunt, topless, with their hands wrapped, ready to fight.

Fifteen years of trust built little by little. And one summer night by the pool to discover it was no longer just friendship.

I saw him at the coast café at midday. That night he was at the club door with his security badge, and I knew I wasn’t leaving without trying him.

When I saw her name on the screen, I knew what was coming. Her husband would work a double shift, the girls would be with her friend, and she’d be available all day.

We had spent two years sitting across from each other without knowing we were both keeping the same secret: a parallel life full of desires no one would have guessed.

He asked what the other men had been like. What he didn’t expect was that every answer brought him closer to the edge—and me too.

What that SUV carried after that trip could never be itemized on an upholstery bill. But someone would have to pay for it, and it wasn’t going to be him.

Sandra had never surprised me like that. But that afternoon in the pine grove, with Lucía and Marcos just a few meters away, she decided it was time.

I crossed my legs to distract him, not knowing that two days later I’d be on my knees among his books while the other kids left school without suspecting a thing.

I’d spent seven days waiting for him. When he got off the plane, my body was screaming something he still didn’t know: I was on my period, and that night I didn’t care at all.

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.

I knew it was wrong, but every message from him left me wetter. The Saturday my parents went out, I opened the door to him without a bra.

We were in her room with wine when she burst out laughing. “I never told you everything about Búzios.” I knew what was coming would shake me.

When I walked into the empty club room that afternoon, I already knew we weren’t going to talk about books. What I didn’t know was how long I’d been waiting for this—or how completely I’d lose myself.

Both men wore wedding rings and had spent twenty years doing the same thing on business trips. Everything changed the day they stopped at that beach.