Page 63 of Wishing for La Luna
“Wow. I haven’t had this in…” I trail off because I remember the exact time. Sick as she was, my mom had still insisted on cooking for me. Love surges through my chest. “This was one of the last thingsmi mamámade for me. She loved to feed me.”
“It’s how we show love to our kids. Nothing makes you feel better than a good meal.”
I chuckle. “When I was with her, I would always have to work out twice as hard.”
“That’s why weight loss in this house is impossible,” Luna says, stepping into the room.
She’s wearing a white tank top tucked into jeans. My eyes feast on all of her — bare face, curves, and thick, bouncy curls. She’s breathtaking.
“You don’t need to lose an ounce. You’re perfect.”
A grin brightens her face, and she takes the chair next to me. Her mom hands her coffee.
“You’re not eating?”
“I don’t eat this early.” She places her hand over mine. “How are you doing?”
She’s watching me as if she’s searching my face for something.
“I’m good. Thanks for sharing your bed.”
The twinkle in her eyes brightens.
“I’m going to get dressed. I have to go to work. Luna, make sure he eats everything. He’ll need his strength tonight.” Her mom heads to the bedroom.
“She’s amazing.”
“She is. But you’re watching my mom like you want to be my dad.”
I let my gaze linger over her. “I’m grateful she let me stay. For her kindness. But no, I want to be your daddyno tupapá.”
Her cheeks redden.
“I made mynegritablush.”
“It happens sometimes.” She fans her face. “I walked right into that one.”
I lean closer. “I’m going to pay you back for last night. I’m going to make you scream and cream.”
She leans in, her eyes never leaving my mouth. I grab a piece of friedsalchichonfrom my plate and place it in front of her lips. She opens her mouth and bites a piece, brushing her lips against my fingers.
“Malvada.”
But I kiss the grease smeared on her bottom lip.
“Luna, your phone is ringing off the hook. It’s Maeven.” Her mom calls out.
I manage to sit back before she comes out and hands Luna the phone. “The warden of Rikers calls.”
Luna laughs and picks it up. “It’s FaceTime.”
Maeven’s voice rings out, “Hey, I don’t blame you for not picking up the phone. I’m so sorry this happened, and I’m looking into it.”
My ears immediately perk up.
“What do you mean?” Luna asks her. “I left my phone inMami’sroom, and I haven’t been on it today.”
“Oh God. You don’t know.” Her voice is rushed. “There’s no way to sugarcoat this. It’s everywhere, and the video is getting released shortly. Rio was apparently out with Adina last night and went to her place. I don’t know the details, but he’s not answering my calls. And Tito won’t tell me where he is. If this is all true, I’m going to tear him a new asshole before he goes onstage today and he’s going to crawl through every single set. I’m just so pissed?—”
