The Secret Visit
The house was unnervingly quiet, the kind of silence that only happens when your parents and older brother leave for a weekend trip. At eighteen, Alberto felt the weight of that solitude, his hormones humming beneath his skin like a live wire. He had spent the morning in a haze of anticipation, eventually settling into the living room with a large pizza.
Then came the knock at the door. Standing there was Sebastian, his brother’s best friend. Sebastian was everything Alberto had spent years admiring from a distance: athletic, with a muscular build, striking green eyes, and a confident smile. He was wearing a tight V-neck shirt that clung to his chest, leaving little to the imagination.
The conversation started with a simple misunderstanding—Sebastian had come to find his friend—but the air between them shifted instantly. As Sebastian stepped inside, the tension became electric. Alberto could smell the scent of cedar and rain clinging to him. When their eyes met, Sebastian didn’t look away; instead, his gaze darkened with a hunger that mirrored Alberto’s own.
Sebastian leaned in, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in Alberto’s chest. ‘I didn’t know you were home alone,’ he whispered, his hand grazing Alberto’s waist. The touch sent a jolt of heat through Alberto’s body, erasing every doubt. In that moment, the boundary between admiration and desire vanished, leaving only the desperate need to be close.