Young

Alone in the house for the first time in months, I turned on the screen with the vague intention of killing time. No one could imagine what I was about to discover about myself.

Daniela was twenty, lived on the fourth floor, and had never been with a woman. That day, all of that changed at once.

I had never thought about it until my new friends mentioned it. That night, alone in my room, curiosity won out over fear.

When Sofía walked through the door of my apartment, she didn’t know exactly what was waiting for her. Her mother had planned everything weeks in advance.

They were cousins, they rarely saw each other, and that night they were alone in the living room while everyone slept. Nothing should have happened. Almost nothing did.

She had never been with anyone. I was her cousin. What began as a family gathering ended at dawn when she whispered that she had been waiting for me all night.

I met Andrés, with that smile that undid me. Sofía wasn’t home. I hadn’t come for her anyway.

Sofía weighed two hundred pounds of pure authority. Renata understood that the night an old folder changed the balance of power between them forever.

Everyone was sleeping a few feet away when I leaned against the cold patio wall. That night, my brother-in-law would do something to me no man had managed before.

Natalia and I shared a room. That was all. But when we turned out the light and our bodies were inches apart, the plan changed.

The house was empty and I had all the time in the world. I never imagined that looking for a charger would lead me to my father’s and stepmother’s secret life.

She went into the confessional to talk about her dreams. When she left the sacristy, she was no longer the same. She was eighteen and had just discovered what her body had been asking for for months.

A bet, alcohol, and years of friendship. That night, Adrián and Marcos discovered that some limits aren’t where you think they are.

When I opened my eyes it was already too late. Two bodies were pinning me to the mattress, and the cold steel on my wrists told me that night had changed everything.

Every time she squeezed my hand, I understood it: she was crossing and uncrossing her legs so he could see everything.

I dialed his number with trembling hands. Three rings. When he answered, I knew there was no turning back, even if I hung up before speaking.

I found her underwear on top of the laundry basket when I went into the bathroom. She hadn’t put it away properly. And from that moment on, I could never see her the same way again.

When her mother took the night shift and he waited for her with the workshop light on, Daniela knew she could no longer lie to herself.

We had been talking for three weeks without meeting. When I finally crossed the door to his apartment that night, I knew I wouldn’t come out the same.

We’d been kissing in secret for four years like two hidden lovers. When our aunt and uncle closed the door on the way to the airport, I knew there would be no turning back that night.