Neighbors

When I heard the moans mingling with the sound of the water, I should have turned around. Instead, I crouched among the bushes and moved closer.

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 saw her on all fours over the dry grass, with the fluffy tail swaying between her cheeks, and I knew that Sunday afternoon was going to be unlike any other.

When Marcos came down from the roof, soaked in sweat, Carmenza already knew she wasn’t going to let him leave. She’d been waiting too long for a man like him.

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.

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.

When Nicolás came upstairs to complain about the music, he found Valentina on the balcony in a wet slip and a smile that promised nothing good.

I went down to help him wearing what I had on. I hadn’t guessed what would happen when I sat beside him in that room.

I heard her moans through the wall on our first night. I couldn’t have known that the older couple would end up at my dinner table asking for much more.

I went downstairs to help him with some paperwork. He had big hands, smelled of the shop, and had a way of looking at me that had made me nervous since we arrived.

He crouched behind the dumpster in the alley, and what he saw beyond the curtain left him speechless. The Córdoba night held secrets he was never meant to discover.

For weeks I kept going down with excuses. He glanced at me from the side and looked away. Then a package arrived that wouldn’t fit in the elevator, and everything changed.

One look from the window was enough for me to know that boy would do anything I asked. I just needed the right moment.

We’d spent years in silence and cold dinners. When he came to fix the fireplace, something broke in me. And I let it happen.

When I opened his gallery to clean the camera, I found hundreds of photos of me. I thought about leaving. Then I saw what was under his pants and changed my mind.

I left the curtain open on purpose. She knew it and never stopped watching. That was how it all began: watching each other from afar until distance no longer mattered.

I watched her from my window while she hung the laundry on the terrace. Those huge tits, that knowing smile. She knew I was looking and never said a word... until that Tuesday.