Page 2 of Wishing for La Luna
She laughs again, shaking her head, making me lean closer. “Does that actually work? Are girls, like, ‘Omg, Rio thinks I’m a model,’ and then they lose their mind and self-control?”
She knows who I am.
It’s my turn to shake my head. “I didn’t mean it like that, but stop playing. You know you’re gorgeous.”
“I don’t know about that.”
I purse my lips, pointing them up toward my nose, in a very Dominican gesture meant to let her know I don’t believe her. “Does that work? The whole modesty thing? Because there’s no way you don’t know how bad you are.”
Her lashes flutter. “Thank you. You’re sweet. You looked annoyed when I approached you. I thought you were going to chew me out.”
“Sorry about that. I hate these things… I’m usually better. I thought you were a groupie and… Man, I’m so embarrassed.”
She grimaces. “Um, I’m definitely not a groupie, but full disclosure, I’m a fan. ‘Dime Mami’is my favorite song. I actually came to tell you that.”
I’m caught off guard by her admission, but I can’t stop staring into her eyes. Her embarrassment is cute too.Definitely not turned off.
I open my mouth to tell her it’s okay, but her hand shoots out to touch mine. “I’m not here to bother you. I can go do something else. I just wanted to say how much I love your song.”
Her hand is so warm. Her gaze holds mine, and the tightening in my chest is sudden.
“You’re not bothering me,” I tell her. “It’s actually good to hear. I’ve been away for so long, I wonder if anyone remembers me at all. So, what do you actually do other than listen to my music?” I tease.
She scoffs. “¡Qué arrogancia! I saidonesong. You assume I meant your whole discography.”
I shrug, enjoying the feistiness in her voice. “Maybe it’s wishful thinking.”
She holds a hand up to her heart. “I’m not confirming nor denying that I listen to all three albums regularly and the mixtape.”
Jesus, she’s gorgeous.
“Favorite?” I ask.
Luna taps her chin, but the twitch in her lips gives her away. “The mixtape,After the Rain. You were raw in it.” She presses her hand against mine, sending a wave of heat over that area of my skin. “Don’t get me wrong, all three albums are awesome with great bangers, but they’re more commercial. The mixtape feels intimate, like we’re sitting in a living room and you’re telling me the story of how she broke you.”
They. All of them broke me. Some with a breakup, others with silence, but nothing compared to the last…way after I released the mixtape. She couldn’t deal with my mess.
But I don’t get caught up in that, because the intimate moment she described feels like this moment. I can’t remember the last time someone touched me while talking, other than fucking, and I…don’t hate it—quite the opposite.
“I was younger then, and I had plenty of heartbreaks to talk about.”
She lifts her hands. “No judgments. Just grateful because it got me through a breakup.”
I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “Now, whatpariguayowould break up with you?”
Her gaze narrows on me. “Vas a seguir?”
I can’t help but laugh. “I mean it.”
“Every single time with every single girl, I’m sure.” Her tone is drier than the air outside.
I laugh again. This time, Luna’s mouth curls into a small grin.
“Seriously, though, what do you do,Diosa Luna?”
“Hahaha, cute. I’m a social media and marketing manager.”
“That sounds like a fun job,” I say, because I’m 100% sure I could not do that. I do the bare minimum on my own social media. It grates my team to no end.
