Page 62 of Wishing for La Luna
She raises a brow. “I’m gladheis respectful. And it’s not an invitation for you to go. Not under my roof. I’m asking, do you want to?”
“Yes.”
She nods. “And you thought about it?”
It’s all I can think about.
“Yeah,” I say as casually as I can muster.
“Okay.” She turns on her side and lies down.
I lie on my side of the bed, grateful that conversations with my mom put a damper on myganas.
Then I see a notification on my phone. I tap on his name.
Rio
Pilla. Abusadora. Cruel.
I smile until I see the next text.
Rio
I licked the moisture out of it.
And I swear I feel that tongue on me.
He follows with a photo of him with my panties in his mouth.
15
Rio
I open my eyes to tiny slivers of light filtering through the blinds. I sit up in bed, confused. The warm pink walls with the emerald accents are a stark difference from the dark-blues in my bedroom. The feminine furniture, the massive mirror in the corner, the vanity desk with the corkboard behind it.
In her soft sheets, I’m surrounded by a scent I would know anywhere. Luna’s perfume. Luna’s room. Luna’s panties—the ones that got me so turned on it took me forever to go to sleep— lying near my face. No, it wasn’t her panties. It was the way she took them off and handed them to me. Then got dressed and walked out. I had to take a cold shower for my body to settle.
She teased me. She held me. She lodged herself so deep in my chest. I can’t repay her.
Then I hear her clearly.I’m falling in love with you.
And my heart speeds up because I’m crazy about her. I don’t know when it happened.
The whispers reach me. I hop off the bed and get dressed. I need to head out soon, but maybe I can take her and her mom for breakfast. It’s the least I can do. I step out of her bedroom and into the living room. Her mom, in the same robe as last night, settles something on the table.
“Buenos dias,” I say.
Her eyes are on my face. “Buenos dias. How did you sleep?”
I smile. “Very well. Luna’s bed is comfortable. Thank you for letting me stay.”
It’s her turn to smile. “Sit down. I have breakfast ready.”
I look around, and she seems to read my mind.
“Luna will be right out. You need to eat so you can sing and dance tonight.”
I look down at the breakfast and blink. She has the Dominicantres golpes: mangú with eggs, cheese, and salchichon.
