Young

When she locked her office door and looked at me like that, I knew the document boxes were just an excuse for what was coming next.

When I saw them on the roof terrace, everything changed. My cousin was looking at me from the dark and asked me something I hadn’t expected to hear that night.

I’d been telling him no for months. When I saw that phone in the display case, I knew exactly what I could offer him in exchange for it.

When Laura read my message, she canceled all her plans. I didn’t need to say much more: two words were enough to set everything between us on fire.

It wasn’t that I lacked anything. It was that I never realized what I wanted until that boy looked at me like I was the only thing in the world.

She sat on the bench and held out her feet without saying a word. Only her eyes spoke, and what they said left no room for choice.

We posted the ad out of curiosity. Two weeks later, a young guy was in our living room, trembling, about to put on a black lace dress.

We were 19 when Laura decided to teach us how to kiss. What began as an innocent game took us much farther than anyone imagined.

He knew exactly what he was doing beneath that blanket. And I chose not to pull away. What came after changed our dynamic forever.

She came into the office in an old T-shirt with nothing underneath, biting an olive and looking at me like she’d spent months waiting for me to give in first.

She didn’t teach me out of love. She taught me because no one else was going to, and because, deep down, it was what we both needed.

Valeria was twenty-five, my father’s wife, and she looked at me as if she didn’t know whether to hate me or devour me. I didn’t know either.

She showed him the photos with a nervous smile. It took him three seconds to understand what he was looking at, and three more to decide he wasn’t going to stop.

I came home from university exhausted and flopped onto the bed without even taking off my shoes. I don’t know how long I slept. When I opened my eyes, he was already sitting beside me.

Nadia arrived that morning with a bag of soft drinks and very short jeans. We hadn’t been alone together in years. I didn’t know that was about to change.

We lived in the same apartment, naked, unable to touch each other. He looked at me as if he meant to devour me. A month of abstinence before he earned it.

His breathing grew more ragged on the other side of the wall. I tried to ignore it. Then I heard my name in his mouth and everything changed.

I hadn’t planned it. But when he walked in with the others and locked eyes with me, I already knew that night would end only one way.

We left the café saying we were going out for some air, but when he took my hand and led me among the trees, I already knew how the night would end.

When the first ones came up to the car and she didn’t look away, I knew that night we were going much further than we’d planned.