Page 44 of Wishing for La Luna
“Oh no. I’m not even wearing a bra or makeup.” I put my hands up to cover my face.
“First, you don’t need makeup. Second, the man got you the most beautiful arrangement we’ve ever seen. The least you can do is let him see the girls fall naturally.”
I start to protest, but her judgment is never off with men, so I let her snap a few photos. We pick the best one. Me, leaning in, looking at his flowers. And the camera doesn’t lie. My face reflects how happy they make me.
Me
Thank you. These made my day. They're so beautiful.
But I promise myself that I’m going to give this the right amount of thought. I won't jump into this without being completely sure. No matter how much my body is pressuring me.
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Rio
Patience is one of those things that won’t come easy to me.
But as Dr. Jacinda loves to remind me, if I push, I’m going to make Luna run. Except for the past week, since the club…that seems to be happening anyway. We text, but I haven’t seen her. We both know things are turning between us. My tour rehearsals have started, and I don’t have much time to hang out, but every time I try to set up a meet—I won’t call it a date to not scare her—something always happens. I’m even cursing Maeven for finding her work.
I’m left like a fuckingpariguayo, looking at our conversations and waiting for the next text in between rehearsals.
I go back to the photo she sent me with the bouquet so often I should just make it my screensaver. She looks so sexy and earthy in it. It is my favorite since her hair is loose and untamed, and she’s just beautiful in it, with no makeup or anything. But, I was conflicted when I got it because who took the photo?
Me
Coño, Mami, que bella te ves así. The flowers can’t compare. Come here and dame ese besito.
Luna
Me
Who took the pic?
Luna
My enforcer
Me
Who’s that?
She followed with a photo of her and Sel working at a table. Luna is pointing a thumb at her cousin.
My relief was instant.
Me
She’s got to come hang with us. But next time, I want to be alone with you.
She kept going between typing and not that day. Until finally…
Luna
I would like that.
But it’s been a week, and I can’t get away from the images of the club. My beat-off playlist is my hands on her ass that night and her tits in that tank top from the photo with the flowers.
It’s ridiculous. I’ve got women throwing themselves at me, but I don’t want to fuck any of them. I only want the girl who has me listening to Aventura on a loop. I even play 'Dime Mami'so I can remember her smile from the first day I met her, and I’m back at the club,perreandola, while the venue was practically coming down around us.
