Page 31 of Wishing for La Luna
“This is great, kids. I’m proud of you. I think it’s time we kick it up a notch. Luna, you’re going to watch the game, and I want you to be aware of the angles and appear as though you’re thinking deeply. Rio, I want you to touch her hand when I say go. After he touches your hand, Luna, turn your head to look up at him slowly. I’m going to count to seven, and you will hold each other’s gaze for five seconds like you don’t have twenty-five thousand people around you.”
I look away as she tells me, and I keep trying to concentrate on counting the seconds, but my eyes focus across the court, where I spot Adina and Thierry sitting together. Sadness takes over me. This is something we would have told each other and spent hours trying to choose the perfect outfit for her. Instead, she’s releasing interviews about what she calls my betrayal and staring me down as the players travel back and forth on the court. My eyes begin to burn.
“Go,” Maeven orders, and when Rio’s fingers slide over mine, I almost jump.
Instead, I force myself to focus on the task at hand, turning slowly until I’m staring into the brown haze of his eyes. My pulse quickens, and my lips drift apart. He smiles at me, and I can’t help but smile back.
And then he leans in…to kiss me?
Oh shit.
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Rio
Luna’s warm breath brushes over my lower lip, stirring an ache inside my chest. Her lips are so close that I can almost taste them—I’m thinking a mix of her cinnamon gum and sweetness.
“Luna,” her name slips out like it does in my dreams, and her lips part.
She wants it. I want it. Badly.
“Don’t kiss her,” Maeven whispers in our ears.
The need is so strong I inch closer. Luna licks her lips. It’s subtle, but the darting out of her tongue…that flash of pink stirs every inch of me in an invitation I can’t refuse.
“Do. Not. Kiss. Her,” Maeven snaps this time, her voice louder. “It will be more powerful if you don’t.
I want it so bad I can’t think straight. Luna has to decide, and I urge her with my eyes to greenlight me.Say yes.
Her eyes drift to my lips, but then she presses a hand to her forehead and tilts her head down as if she’s blushing.
Except, she’s not. She’s flustered but not blushing.
Disappointment settles in my belly anyway. She didn’t want it as much as I did. I lean in to ask, but Esme tugs at her hand, whispers something in her ear, and they both spring to their feet.
Luna turns to me. “I’ll be back.” Her gaze lingers on my face for a breath. Then, she shakes her head, pivots, and follows Esme.
I’m left to stare after her even as Tito asks if I’m enjoying the game. It occurs to me I haven’t paid him any mind this whole time. Now, his voice is faint because my ears are still ringing with Luna’s little gasp, the surprise at our almost kiss. My eyes are filled with that bombastic body covered in innocent pink because there’s nothing pure in that. That body is not made for purity. It was made forperreoand worshiping—with my tongue and definitely with my dick, which I’ll probably never get to do.So dejate de eso.
Before she disappears into the crowd, she looks back and shoots me a smile over her shoulder. I can’t help but return it like teenage Rio used to with mynoviecita en la escuela.
“Rio, get up and follow them. Wait outside the bathroom, and then you’ll both walk out together but take separate cars. When you get home, post the messages I’m going to send you. Good job, kids.”
I almost shake my head but do as she says. When Luna comes out of the bathroom with Esme, her smile is nervous, almost sheepish. But as we walk to the car, I don’t get the chance to ask her because Esme and Ty are there, and so is Tito, flanking and ushering us out.
When I open the door to the car, I’m close enough to ask. I open my mouth, but there are flashes of light and people screaming my name. She leans in and presses her lips to my cheek. Without a word, she gets inside the SUV. On my ride back to my place, I still feel her lips on my skin. This shit just got weird and complicated.
But fun.
On the way home, the text messages start coming in. The first one is from Niko.
Niko
You and Luna? Shit. Te lo tenías callaito. Congrats, my boy! She bad.
The DJ from a popular radio station contacts me.
SensacionLive
