Intense Loves: One Night, Two Roads

The moon filled the sky, as if it wanted to reveal secrets that the night hid. Lucía looked in the mirror before leaving the house, adjusting her earrings and making sure her tight, elegant black dress looked perfect. It wasn’t a special occasion, but I needed to feel like it was. Andrés, her partner, had declined the invitation to his friends’ party, as he had done with almost everything lately.

At the party, Lucía felt alive again. The music, the bustle of conversations, the laughter… and then, he saw it. Adrián, the bartender, a man with dark eyes and intense gaze, who served the guests with a smile that seemed to hide a world of secrets. Lucía couldn’t help but notice him while he prepared drinks with skillful and confident movements.

When she approached to order a gin and tonic, Adrián looked her directly in the eyes and said:

—Let me guess, you like it with little ice and no lemon slice.

Lucía laughed, surprised by the confidence of the comment.

—What if I tell you that I prefer whiskey?

—Then I will make the best of your life.

The conversation flowed easily, each comment had a spark that ignited something deeper. Meanwhile, Andrés remained absent, beyond his physical presence. After an hour, Lucía received a message from him saying that he would be leaving early. “Enjoy the night,” he wrote. And that he did.

When the clock struck midnight, Lucía was still at the bar. Adrián leaned towards her, with a mixture of boldness and complicity in his eyes.

—Do you want to continue talking? There’s too much noise here.

Lucía hesitated for a second, but the idea of ​​spending more time with him tempted her too much. They got up and walked to a more secluded terrace, where the fresh air and silence allowed them to talk more intimately. Adrián wasn’t just attractive; He was witty, funny, and had a way of looking at her that made her feel unique.

The atmosphere was charged with tension. They were so close that they could feel each other’s warmth. Lucia broke the silence:

—This shouldn’t be happening.

—And what is “this”? Adrian asked, scooting a little closer.

She didn’t answer. Instead, her lips found his in a kiss that started cautiously but quickly turned into an explosion of desire. It was as if everything he had been repressing for months was released in that instant.

Adrián guided her to an empty room in the house, where repressed desire took control. Every caress, every kiss was a reaffirmation of what Lucía had been needing: passion, emotion, feeling alive. The rest of the night was a whirlwind of emotions and sensations.

The next morning, Lucía woke up in a strange bed, with the sun’s rays coming through the window. Adrián was next to her, fast asleep, with a calm expression on his face. She stared at it for a few seconds before silently getting up and getting dressed.

On the way home, his mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She felt guilt for Andrés, but also an inexplicable happiness for having experienced something that connected her with herself. When he arrived, he found Andrés in the living room, working on his laptop. He looked up, gave her a distracted smile, and continued typing.

Lucía realized that it was not only guilt she felt, but also deep sadness for what she had lost in her relationship. The passion, the emotion… could I get it back with Andrés?

During the following days, Lucía avoided both Andrés and Adrián. She needed time to understand what had happened and what it meant to her. One night, while Andrés was sleeping, he sat on the balcony with a glass of wine and looked at the full moon. He realized that the problem was not just the relationship; It was herself. He had been letting routine and comfort take control of his life.

When he finally confronted Andrés, he did so with sincerity. He confessed that they needed to work on their relationship or let her go. Andrés, surprised but not oblivious to his own mistakes, accepted the challenge.

With Adrián, there were no more meetings or messages. He was a reminder of what Lucia stood to lose if she didn’t take control of her life. But it was also a reminder of what she could gain if she dared to be honest with herself.

The moon shone overhead, like a mute witness to all that had happened. As Lucía observed its light from the window of her room, she realized that the secrets that had been revealed to her that night were not only about Andrés or Adrián, but about herself. He understood that passion, guilt and love were parts of a whole that made up his humanity.

Time would continue its course, as it always does, and the moon would continue to illuminate other stories, other hearts that, like his, were torn between desire and reason. Because the secrets of the moon were nothing more than reflections of the truths that each person keeps inside.