The Secret Moonlit Night
The air in the kitchen was thick with electric tension. We had barely managed to dress, hearts hammering, as we pretended nothing had happened. When Cris entered, his gait heavy from alcohol, a cold sweat broke across my skin. His friends—Alberto, Fabián, Ramón, and Edu—stood there with practiced innocence, claiming they were simply arguing over beer. I quickly kicked a stray piece of clothing under the table, my breath hitching as Cris glanced at me with a stern expression, wondering why I wasn’t asleep.
Once the chaos subsided and Cris had provided his friends with films to keep them occupied in the living room, he finally retreated to the bedroom. I lay there in the dim light, the moon filtering through the curtains to cast silver streaks across the sheets. The silence between us was heavy, charged with the secret of what had transpired while he was distracted. As he leaned over me, the scent of whiskey and desire mingled, and I wondered if he could sense the lingering heat of another’s touch on my skin.