Page 3 of Wishing for La Luna
“I love it.” Her eyes gleam, lighting up her face. “It’s finding ways to resonate with people and audiences. We do it for restaurants, stores, and brands.”
“That makes sense. It’s like testing songs to see which one makes people feel the music and dance. But those are all different. What does your heart call out to most?”
I want to know what she’s into. It’s been a while since I had a conversation like this with someone. I haven’t wanted to. With her, I want to keep talking.
“There’s an up-and-coming fashion-and-lifestyle brand calledMorena & Miel, which I happen to love. Creating social media for it is my favorite thing in the world.”
“Why?”
“The products are original, and everything is carefully chosen. The pieces are well thought out and one of a kind. I love unique things—like that charm.” She points to my Cuban link chain.
I touch the center where the special skeleton key hangs, and I’m flooded with all the feelings and the call of something deep inside me. I’m searching for words to say but can’t come up with anything. I close my fist around it.
Her face goes from curious to soft as she watches the gesture. “It’s absolutely gorgeous.”
There’s warmth in her voice, so I find myself telling her more than I usually share. “It’s a key, actually.”
She blinks. “Really? What does it open?”
Mycasita, mi museo de recuerdos, and my whole soul.
“The most valuable thing I own.” I scoot closer to her, press the side tab on the shank, and it triggers the barrel, and then I twist it until the key bit pops out.
“That did not just happen.” The light dances in her eyes, and her lips part.
And it hits me that I’ve told her too much. I don’t want anyone to know about the charm being a key or for anyone to know about thecasitaback home. “Hey, do you mind not sharing that?”
Her fingers drag across her mouth, and she makes a twisting motion with her finger. “My lips are sealed.”
Her face is so close I can’t help but stare into it. “Diablo, qué carita tan bella tienes.”
“Stop,” she says but doesn’t pull away.
“No, I’m serious.” I brush the backs of my fingers over her velvety soft cheek.
She sucks in a breath, and her lips press together, like preparing for mine. I lean over.
“Rio, let’s go,” Niko calls out. “Vampiro is ready.”
But I am lost in the gloss of her eyes, the lingering sigh she releases, and the warmth that radiates from her skin. It’s entrancing. I reach for her face.
“Rio, come on. Where are you?”
I drop my hands, and I clear my throat. “I’m sorry, I have to go record.”
She blinks fast a few times, slowly shaking her head and looking away. When our gazes meet again, she shoots me a tentative smile and pushes to her feet. “Thanks for the chat. It was nice to meet you.”
She walks away, and I start following Niko.
No, I can’t let it end like this. It’s been a while since I felt connected to anyone, and I don’t want this moment to end. I rush back after her, and I grab her hand. “Luna.”
She turns, and we’re facing each other. The question is etched in her expressive eyes.
Yeah, I need to see her again.“Can I get your number?”
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Luna
