Hotel

She told me she had never gone all the way with anyone. There was something in the way she said it that made me want to be the one to change that.

I arrived at the hotel alone and told myself that week would be different. I had no idea the woman at the bar would teach me things I'd never felt before.

I watched him leave on Monday with his suitcase and a dry kiss. That same night, in bed, I knew his absence weighed more than any orgasm.

I’d spent years imagining that moment. When it finally came, sitting in that armchair while Camila and Diego looked into each other’s eyes, I could barely breathe.

I was wandering aimlessly when he lifted his head from a second-floor window and held my gaze as if he knew, before I did, that we’d end up tangled in his sheets.