Voyeur

I told her to close the door and turn off the lights for an important call. What I didn’t expect was for her to start guessing what I was doing under the desk.

“Here we can do whatever we want. Nobody knows us, nobody judges us.” She said it with a glass in her hand, and I knew summer was going to change everything.

She knew he watched her too long, trying to hide it. And, as always, she decided not to let it go.

When I texted her “do your thing,” she knew exactly what to do with the stranger who would knock on the door at six-thirty that evening.

I woke thirsty that night and found the door ajar. What I saw across the hallway left me frozen, afraid even to breathe.

I had never worn a thong, but that afternoon I decided to break it in in the busiest corner of the market, right where no one could stop staring at me.

They thought the cove was empty. I stayed behind the rock, holding my breath, watching her move on top of him as the sky turned orange.

For three weeks I watched before I understood she was watching too. That night she turned her head, smiled at the glass, and I knew she’d been waiting for me for months.

I threw the curtains open at two in the afternoon with my hair still wet and thought no one in my town would dare look toward my window at midday.

I hid the phone behind a book and opened the camera. Sebastián had no idea two more pairs of eyes were watching me undress in front of him.

Marcos asked me to look gorgeous by the time he got home. While Carla was doing my hair, I remembered everything I did to be his—and what I’m still willing to give.

She went into the fitting room in front of me with seven bikinis. The curtain didn’t quite close, and by the third one she knew I was watching.

I thought nobody had seen me that afternoon at my grandfather’s house. I was wrong: there were a pair of eyes behind the door, and they took fifteen years to speak.

I walked into the locker room without thinking and walked out trembling, looking at naked women as I had never looked at anyone in my life.

Two men enter The Showcase thinking they’re untouchable. Only one will leave as he arrived; the other, the audience has already decided to turn into something sweet, obedient, and forever different.

When he arrived that night, I was already on the other side of the glass with the lights off, watching her greet him with a smile she had never shown me.

I climbed over her garden fence at nine at night thinking only of confessing my feelings. I left with a video that was going to change both our lives.

Marina shot me a look through the steam when they came through the door. I already knew then that the night wouldn’t end as we had planned when we came upstairs.

When I moved her panties aside to tend her wound, I thought she’d protest. But she only pressed her face into the pillow and opened her legs a little wider.

Everyone in the neighborhood wanted her, but that birthday afternoon she discovered just how far she was willing to go to be the center of her own family again.