Page 117 of Wishing for La Luna
It irks me. “Where is he now?”
She shrugs. “He had things to do.”
With her looking like this? I scoff.
“What?” she asks.
“What could he be doing that is more important than being with you right now?”
“He came to my mom’s wedding. That was the important part of the day.” She lands the blow easily, and I wish it didn’t hurt so much. I wish I had not spent my whole day lamenting that I wasn’t the one there to hold her hand as her mom got married, as her life changed.
“He should be here holding you, whispering in your ear…” I let my gaze slide down her hourglass, stalling on every curve of her body. “Kissing you out of that dress.”
Her chest rises with her breath. “There will be time later for all of that.”
“Fuck, Luna. My eyes are so full of you right now. I could stare at you all day while running my hands up and down your body. I can’t imagine having the right to be here and leaving you. They would have to pry me off and away. He doesn’t deserve you.”
She rolls her eyes. “Or maybe he’s just respectful of my wishes. Have you thought of that?”
And my heart quickens.She didn’t want him here.I smile and take two steps toward her.
“Why didn’t you want him here?” I ask her.
“Who said I didn’t?”
I inch closer. “You just did. You said he respected your wishes.”
“I’m tired. I had a long day, week, and month. I just want to relax in my space, but I guess that’s too much to hope for, because here you come to disrupt it.”
It’s meant to be a jab, but it doesn’t pierce me.
“You said you want peace, but you opened the door.”
“Because you asked.”
“I ask you for a lot of things: a second chance, a kiss, your forgiveness. Can I tell you what I think?”
“Only if you leave right after.”
I cross the distance between us and lean to whisper in her ear. “You don’t want him here tonight becausetu sabes que el zánganoese is not going to get it done.”
She scoffs. “Are you serious right now? He’s not azángano ese. You’re just jealous.”
“Yeah. I am,” I admit. “Because you went and started seeing someone when we were barely over.”
“Rio, what is this? You’re in a whole relationship.”
Her nonchalance needles me. “You know damned well whatthatis. You know it’s not real.”
She shrugs. “Isn’t that how we started? How long did it take for us to break the boundaries?”
“So it’s the same with any woman? You’re not special? Any woman can bring me back from the place where I felt nothing, where I couldn’t love, and make me crave her every second of every fucking day?”
She holds out a hand. “I didn’t mean to imply that. I just meant that you could give yourself a chance with her.”
I take her chin in my hand so we are eye to eye. “Como, Luna?How am I supposed to do that? I don’t want her. I don’t want anyone else. I only want one body, one mouth, one pussy. And I know it’s the same for you.”
She shakes her head, trying to pull away, but it’s in her eyes as they well with tears threatening to spill.
