We’d spent years avoiding each other’s eyes at every family dinner. That New Year’s Eve, when everyone had fallen asleep, she set down the glasses and kissed me in the kitchen without saying a word.
The music was playing far away, the family was toasting downstairs, and I was still sitting on the bed, not understanding when his kisses had stopped being a game.
Matías was burying himself in me slowly while I tried not to make a sound. Then I heard the door open and knew she’d come back earlier than expected.
I went up to the hotel wearing a red lace set under the dress he still hadn’t seen. We’d been waiting seven months for that moment.
She wore fishnet stockings and a black skirt. I stood two meters away playing the stranger while he devoured her with his eyes from the floor.
I went up to the room with my heart in my throat and a red lace set beneath my dress. Diego was no longer just a voice on the phone.
