Page 38 of Wishing for La Luna
And this time, it's me, and not because of a fucking script, or because I’m trying to convince anyone of anything. I take her face in my hands and kiss her, our mouths fusing together. Her hands are on my wrist, like she’s trying to secure me there. And that tiny moan when my tongue flicks over hers fills my ears and my chest. And I flick her tongue again and press small kisses in sequence.
My phone rings, jolting me, and I reluctantly pull away. It’s the confusion in her eyes followed by her tongue swipe of her bottom lip that intensifies the beating in my chest.
“Answer the phone,” she says.
I do, and Maeven’s voice comes through. “That was gold. Now, control yourself. There are children around you."
Is she laughing?
“Okay.”
“I got you into the after-party. All the players are going. Party, but focus on her. Remember the rules: two drinks max. I think Adina will be there. Keep Luna away from that clique. I’m sending the info to Tito and Marco. Gotta go.”
I open my mouth to ask if we have a VIP area, but she hangs up before I can ask.
"We got yanked back?” Luna asks.
“We’re doing too good of a job, I think,” I reply.
Her gaze lands on my lips. “We really are.”
“And now we have an after-party to go to. I think she wants us to keep it up there too.”
Something crosses over her eyes, an emotion I can’t pinpoint, but as she looks away, she bites her lower lip.
11
Luna
I sip on my bottled water, dancing in my seat while Rio spins in the DJ booth. Some of the Yankees players are in the same VIP section. Their spirits are high after today’s sweeping victory.
“That color is really beautiful on you,” Leisy, one of the players’ wives, says to me. “I’m low-key obsessed with it.”
“Thank you,” I reply, looking from my royal-blue plunging neckline top to her outfit. “I love your top too.” The one-shoulder lace bodysuit is gorgeous. She’s stunning with beautifully golden-brown skin, and tall—at least 5’11”.
Her eyebrows knit together. “How are you faring?”
I shrug. “I’m good. It’s been six weeks of people coming for me. I’m almost getting used to it.”
“Girl.” Her hand smacks my arm like we’ve known each other forever. “It’s only going to get worse now that you took a hammer to all these girls’ hearts today.”
I flip my hand in question.
She tilts her head to the booth. “You and Rio on the kiss cam. You’ve been trending all afternoon and evening.”
My lips are still tingling from that kiss, so I only smile at her, and she chuckles.
“It’s so good to see. Enjoy it. It’s always so fun, and I think you both deserve it.” Her smile wavers. “Going against the Belmonts in New York is no joke.” Her gaze drifts to the other side of the club. In the VIP area, Adina is with her friend Carrie. They’re staring right at me, pointing and giggling to each other.
My spine stiffens. But I force a breath. I’m not letting them get to me.
“I’m not going against anyone. I’m just living my life.” I turn to her. “Enjoying my relationship.”
She high-fives me. “I know that’s right. The best revenge is to never let them see you sweat.”
“Okay, I’m getting off this booth,” Rio says into the microphone.
“Noooo,” the crowd yells.
