Young

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 instant, 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.

A hidden camera behind the books, two brothers willing to share everything, and a girlfriend with a smile too frank to be innocent.

When he opened his eyes, she was still asleep beside him, naked. Bruno knew in that instant the night wasn’t over—not really—and that they only had a few hours left.

I hadn’t seen her in years. When she got off the bus, she was no longer the girl I remembered, and that night we ended up sharing much more than a sheet.

I was masturbating thinking about her when she pushed the door open without warning, fresh from the shower and not a stitch of clothes on. What happened next shouldn’t be told.

For months I charged strangers, until a girl called to lose her virginity with me. That afternoon, I understood almost everything.

When my son went upstairs to sleep, he got up from the sofa and looked at me as if he had spent the whole night waiting for us to be alone.

A proposal made amid laughter in front of the cabin TV opened a door my sisters and I could never close again.

She arrived at my apartment with her cheek still bruised. That same night she stepped into the bathroom wrapped in a towel and dropped it when she saw me.

When Carolina came out of the bathroom, her mother still had my hand under her skirt. She didn’t take hers away. She just closed her eyes and looked at me from somewhere much darker.

At five in the morning, heels in hand and her dress sliding off her shoulders, Renata got into the car with me and made me a proposal I shouldn’t have accepted.

I only wanted something temporary while I finished high school. I never expected those late-night voices in a virtual world to teach me so much about desire.

I’d been Camila’s boyfriend for two years. That night, her sister Antonella turned eighteen, and I understood that nothing in that house was forbidden.

For years I thought fun meant books and documentaries. Then she locked the bedroom door and started undressing in front of the two of us.

I heard my twin sister moving in the shower. When I went into the bathroom, I saw her panties on the floor, and everything got complicated that very morning.

I was alone on the sofa when the door opened. It was Marina, my sister’s friend, and what she saw made her smile. What happened next took me by surprise.

I went down for coffee in mid-afternoon. The half-open door, the gasps from the room beyond, and the decision I should never have made: pushing the wood a few inches farther.