Seduction

On the strip she faced her without mercy; in the locker room, with the medal still warm on her chest, she only wanted to feel her arms around her again.

On the curve where the trees formed a tunnel of light, I reached out and laid my hand over hers. No words were needed to say yes, that I wanted to try.

I opened the wrong drawer by mistake and discovered my best friend was hiding things I didn’t even know how to name. That afternoon, she decided to explain them to me one by one.

When the neighbors left, she was still there, motionless among the tall grass, violets pressed to her chest and her eyes fixed on Marisol.

For weeks she slept in another bed, swearing she’d stopped thinking about her. Until I saw her on the other side of the glass, soaked and looking at me like she never had.

No one in the family imagined what happened between Lucía and me when the lights went out and we disappeared for a weekend in some downtown hotel.

I checked the terrace cameras and discovered that my neighbor’s daughter had been watching us in silence from behind the curtains for weeks.

I stormed out, my face covered in tears and my heart burning. I never thought a stranger in a cabin could teach me so much in a single afternoon.

I watched her get out of the car to brush crumbs from her skirt, and without knowing it, I knew at that instant we still had many kilometers left and very few excuses.

I arrived at his apartment convinced I was going to penetrate him. I left realizing my body had always wanted the opposite.

When my boss suggested we go up to his apartment to keep the party going, my wife hesitated. But curiosity and alcohol outweighed caution that night.

She counted to ten before pushing the bathroom door open. Steam covered everything, and for the first time, she chose not to run from what she felt for her.

When she pointed me out in the sea of people, I knew that night was going to break something I’d spent years trying to keep intact.

He had gone weeks without news of her since discovering what had happened between his stepmother and him. When he came through the door, he carried a suitcase and an unreadable expression.

My boyfriend used to call the electrician who fixed the wiring “Mustache.” That afternoon, when everyone left, I was the one who asked him for forgiveness in the living room.

It was seven in the morning, I’d just broken up with my girlfriend by text, and my neighbor was still face down in my bed. I wasn’t about to waste the morning.

When I looked up from the sofa, Bruno and Damián were standing in front of me with their cocks out. I didn’t make it to the door.

When I found the neighbor peering over the wall, I didn’t cover up. I dropped my bikini top under the patio shower and let him see as much as he wanted.

I turned the living-room light down so she wouldn’t see me, but when the sheet started moving beneath her hips, I knew I wouldn’t be sleeping that night.

I went for water at two in the morning and the blue TV light stopped me cold. My son was on the sofa, and I couldn’t look away.