Page 126 of Wishing for La Luna
Did you die? I’ve been calling you. Call me back.
I hit the call button, and she answers. There’s so much noise I can’t hear her, but she waves at the screen and then tips the phone to the stage. Rio is in the middle of it, and I can see him singing and moving those hips in a way that is so familiar it conjures many memories. Some from my unfortunate backslide sexathon with him.
She switches to text and sends me the link to watch the concert.
Sel
Call you when we’re out of here. It’s too loud.
I shouldn’t, but that doesn’t stop me from tuning in to the live feed on my phone while I cook some Ramen. At this point, I’m watching so I can hate him some more. I hope his pants tear or fall off, but the girls would enjoy that too much. Shit, if they see how gifted he is in the dick department, it would make them more obsessed than they already are.
And he knows how to use it too.
He’s smiling and dancing without a care in the world. I take the noodles to my bed and project the concert on my TV screen. I can barely pass the broth through my throat.
Giovanni sends a message.
Gio
Hey, stranger. I hope you’re doing well.
Me
I’m good. You? You guys are on a winning streak. Great to see.
We are still casual friends. I ghosted him after the night I lost my damned mind and let Rio plow me all over this apartment.
Stop thinking about that, Luna.
I couldn’t face myself after backsliding. I also realized it’s not fair to drag anyone into the mess that is my love life…or lack thereof. But we can still be friends.
Gio
I’ll be in New York in a few weeks. Maybe we can grab a bite?
Me
I would like that.
I’m about to type a message apologizing for disappearing when the music stops, and Rio announces a guest, “Let’s welcome, la reina, Katya.”
And my stomach flops, with his voice echoing in my ear.
Lo que mi reina quiera.
This fucker just called her what he once called me. I see red, which intensifies as Katya steps onstage in her sheer jumpsuit and sky-high stilettos. No, not just stilettos, YSL Opyums.Those are my dream. She rushes to him, and he catches her in his arms. She plants a kiss near his mouth.
On my fucking spot.
I can’t look away. They start singing their new slow song, where he sounds like he’s trying to seduce her, looking at her like wants to eat her alive. He tells her he had a dream about her.
You were wearing your best outfit, tu desnuda piel.
And my tongue drew maps of pleasure on it
Your moans are the soundtrack
Tu pones lo verbal
