Couple

“Only the first three levels,” I promised him on the plane. Neither of us imagined where that challenge notebook would take us before we got home.

We were coming home from the movies frozen through, but once the elevator doors closed I knew we weren’t going straight to bed that night.

Daniela had spent years hiding what she felt for her best friend. That night on the terrace, one word — dare — gave her the excuse she’d never dared seek.

The door has barely closed and already his mouth is finding mine, still with the taste of the night between our teeth. Now the bed is ours alone.

Iván was still asleep in my arms when a noise in the hallway pulled me out of bed. I had no idea the last day would be the hottest of all.

He promised he’d only rub a little. I relaxed, I trusted him, and that was the mistake I should never have made that night in his bed.

He stepped down from the podium trembling with rage. He didn’t want to be alone: he crossed the apartment hallway and pushed open the door to the suite where his two men were already waiting awake for him.

It started as a game in the back row of a theater and became an addiction: finding the city’s most impossible corner to lose control.

When they stepped out of the building in the pink skirt and bunny ears, they felt every stare pinning them down. And the toy kept throbbing inside both of them.

They had set up the screen, served the cider, and endured the whispers. At last alone in the empty square, there was only one thing left to do: go up to the attic.

He’d been seeing him only through a screen for days. When the door finally closed behind us, I knew that night we were going to reclaim every hour stolen by distance.

When my mother found the stains on my underwear, she thought the worst. She didn’t know Marco wasn’t hurting me: he was helping me stop being afraid of who I am.

I thought the hardest part of coming back would be the banner at the village entrance. I was wrong: the hard part was the dinner table, when we started telling the truth.

That night Eneko broke down, so Unai did the only thing he knew would calm him: he took him to the bed where Mikel and Asier were already waiting awake.

We were late to the academy every morning, but we never skipped that ritual between the sheets. Today, for the first time in weeks, he was the one spreading my legs.

It was nine-thirty in the morning, an almost-corrected Excel sheet, and suddenly his boyfriend’s naked body was brushing his neck. Working was going to be impossible.

When she came out of the bedroom wrapped in that black latex, ponytail pulled tight and high heels on, I knew we weren’t going to sleep early that night.

We counted to three and took off our swimsuits in front of everyone. What I didn’t know was that she’d kept a key on her necklace for the rest of the day.

He decided when I undressed, when he tied me up, and in front of whom. I only had to obey—and I learned obedience turned me on more than I ever admitted.

I went into the bedroom and found the dresser drawers empty of lace and full of men’s clothes. That night she learned she no longer got a say.