Lovers

He only had to come too close for the heat we had denied for months to give us both away. That night there was no way to keep pretending.

I came in smelling like someone else and didn’t even say hello. The next day he came into my room, locked the door, and took off his belt without saying a word.

I went down to the kitchen in my pajamas, with nothing underneath, knowing he’d be awake. The tension had been building for days, and that night I decided I wasn’t holding back anymore.

I got out of the car on a deserted street, my heart racing. I didn’t know what the woman I’d been writing to for months looked like—only that tonight, at last, she would be mine.

I had spent thirty years closing projects for the company. On my farewell trip, I never imagined the woman traveling beside me would be the one to say goodbye to me in a different way.

Bruno had promised me a rematch and I had promised to come back. What I didn’t imagine was how that second night would end with the six of us.

I promised I’d only tell true things, so here’s how my mother found out about my older boyfriend… and how I accidentally discovered what she really did.

Damián came every three days; Adrián showed up Friday on his motorbike. That week I found out just how far I could go when nobody was looking.

I never get involved with clients, I told him. But his body was already pressed against mine and my own voice sounded like a lie as I closed the garage gate.

No one at the party suspected a thing: to everyone, we were just friends. But that night Adrián drove toward the hill estate, and I knew we were done pretending.

I saw his name on the screen and knew I shouldn’t answer. But I did, and the moment I heard his voice I was again the woman I swore I’d never be.

I parked next to her car, not knowing that my free afternoon would end with her climbing into mine, in the darkest corner of the parking lot.

I returned the apartment keys and, without planning it, that week ended with the confession I never thought I’d tell anyone: two men, a friend, and a single night.

I told him I’d come in sweaty and needed a shower. He carried me to the sofa and whispered that, with my scent, he liked me even more.

I never promised you more than I gave you, and maybe that’s why you came back. This is the story of the woman I never truly got to know.

When I got into the car and saw that man in the front seat, I had no idea my lover had brought me there to hand me over to someone else.

I opened the door wrapped in a towel, still wet, convinced it was a package. It was him, with flowers in one hand and a smile that promised nothing innocent.

It started with a message about one of my stories. It ended with me in bed, in the dark, obeying every thing she wrote from the other side of the screen.

I knew he had wanted me for months, and I wasn’t going to stop until I had him in my bed. What I didn’t count on was who would catch us afterward.

I was furious, trembling, with an almost empty bottle beside me. I dialed his number at three in the morning just to hear him breathe on the other end.