With The Wrong Boyfriend

nt hum, like a mechanical whisper that seemed to try to lull the entire world to sleep. From the hallway, the echo of

of white fabric and pillows. The digital clock on the nightstand read 2:57 a.m., with red numbers that seemed to

longside his best friend and inseparable companion: Julián. It was almost a tradition for them to return together, still in their uniforms, tired but laughing ab

every time they walked through the door. "Sexy security," she ca

owever, somet

ing footsteps entered, like someone trying not to make a sound but not entirely sober. Muffl

locker keys?" that voic

sy, still drunk on sleep and wine, she sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. She swayed a little, trying t

ging. Without a second thought, she walked toward the figure and hugged him tightly around the waist, pressing her face to his chest. Sh

mured, letting the word

hy. Then more confident. The kiss grew with the intensity of a contained storm. It was deep, filled with something neither of them had planned to feel. Camila kissed him as if it were a certainty, a

d to pu

i, I

lips searching for his as if he were the only real thing in

sound pierced the house

both

g. The sound was clear. Anot

.Ni

yes wide open, breathing ragged, lips still wet. She observed him, for the first time with real a

she

e not

atched the back of his neck awkwardly. An awkward smile appeared

t complain either,

arrassment but also from the burning memory of those lips. H

what just

n, a voice boom

Are yo

as N

ed at Juliá

, hide or

uld contain not only Nico, but also the truth that had just been revealed. Julián was still standing in the middl

if he hadn't yet realized w

t a word. This didn't h

yes shut, trying to erase the scene from her mind. But

e this?" Julián asked, t

g more than panic. Something more primal. A fire that had been ex

was no tim

of here. Now. Before

knock

you okay?" I

and slipped inside without a word. She closed the door just in time, as if it

oom door

dream about something strange?" Nic

ervous, as if she had a

you weren't there.

her forehead, and sank o

love you, y

throat. Not for him. But for the breathing figure contained i

that, now, she coul