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We’d been going out together for years without anything ever happening. That night at the club something changed: his body pressed to mine on the dance floor, and neither of us tried to stop it.

We went out looking for an alley and came back with a secret. Some Fridays change you without asking permission.

Sofía had spent years imagining what that night would be like. She never imagined Camila would be there, or that Rodrigo would want her to stay.

I had her underwear in one hand and her phone in the other when I heard the front door open. Camila was there, staring at me from the hallway.

A half-open door was the beginning. Then came the mirror I installed in her room so I could watch her better, night after night.

Sebastián had never opened that book in his life. But he had been keeping a rope in the drawer for weeks, waiting for the night we’d be alone.

That afternoon at home, while we were trying on clothes in the living room, I understood that the look Valeria gave me was anything but innocent.

Rodrigo convinced her to turn around. It was only for a moment, he said. Marcos had been looking at her that way for years, and Sandra hadn’t seen it until now.

When I looked down, I saw she was holding the larger condom between her fingers. It wasn’t for me. And yet I couldn’t bring myself to leave.

When I opened the door dressed in the button-down blouse and heels, I knew that winter morning would not be just another class, but a surrender arranged with him.

When I called him to fix the fireplace, I already knew something was going to happen. My chest told me so every time his eyes lingered on me.

I promised myself I’d wait. That the more I denied it, the more intense it would be. But the body has its own reasons, and that night it wasn’t willing to give in.

I went for water at midnight and found her alone in front of the washing machine. I didn’t announce myself. I stayed in the doorway, watching, unable to leave.

When Valeria put her hand on the back of my neck and pushed me down, I understood that night would cross a line with no way back.

The key to my cage hung between her breasts all night, gleaming whenever she leaned over to laugh with her friends. All I could do was serve.

She suggested a mixed hot spring bath as part of the tour. I thought it was a cultural custom. An hour later, we were both naked in the water, and there was no turning back.

When Bruno put out the joint and looked at me that way, I knew the night would end very differently from how it had begun. Neither of us regretted it.

One message was enough to make me cancel my night. I found him on the corner by Sofía’s place and knew exactly how it would end.

When I entered his apartment, the smell of freshly brewed coffee was the only innocent thing left in the place. I knew I wouldn’t leave the same.