Seduction

I’d spent seven days waiting for him. When he got off the plane, my body was screaming something he still didn’t know: I was on my period, and that night I didn’t care at all.

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.

I knew it was wrong, but every message from him left me wetter. The Saturday my parents went out, I opened the door to him without a bra.

When I walked into the empty club room that afternoon, I already knew we weren’t going to talk about books. What I didn’t know was how long I’d been waiting for this—or how completely I’d lose myself.

The candle went out and in the dark a hand slid up my thigh. It took me too long to realize that hand wasn’t Marco’s.

The club queue smelled of weed and sweat. My flatmate squeezed my hand, not really knowing what she was doing there. I just kept thinking about finding him again.

When I saw him sing directly to her from the stage, I knew that night was going to end in a way none of us had planned.

When she was assigned to my cabin, I thought it would be awkward. I never imagined I’d end up counting the hours until she came back to the bunk beside mine.

When I stepped into the living room, she was waiting on the sofa with that smile no one could mistake anymore. And upstairs, on the stairs, someone listened in silence.

We had a week to prepare the boldest costume. I showed up in a miniskirt and stockings. She opened her bedroom door with not a single piece of clothing on.

I sent a message to the world’s most famous actress after the match. I didn’t expect a reply. I got one, and it changed everything I thought I knew about myself.

When I read his first poem, I felt as if someone had entered my mind without permission. The worst part was realizing I wanted him to do it again.

When his message lit up my phone, I’d been burning with desire for hours. I dressed in lingerie, slipped on heels, and waited. That night, I wasn’t sleeping alone.

When I arrived at the apartment, I was expecting nothing but photos. I had no idea that two brothers were waiting in that room with a very different proposition.

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 had decided to leave him, but when he opened the door and looked at me that way, I knew the night wouldn’t be easy.

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.