Page 45 of Wishing for La Luna
I try not to think of the warmth of her hand against my cheek at the stadium. Or the tears in her eyes after I said my mom was gone and then froze. No, not going to think about that.
My phone pings, and I rush to check.
Maeven
Niko is coming into town next week. We scheduled the Limerancia video shoot. He wants to direct, and FME is going to let him.
Ficha MundialLatin Entertainment, our music label, would do anything to please Niko. My friend’s talent and influence grows by the day. I’m excited to see what he can do.
Maeven
Btw, we need to put you and Luna in the same room before people start speculating. So…she’s going to be your love interest in the video. You’re welcome.
Excitement shoots through my veins. It’s probably the sexiest song on this album, and I’m going to see her there.
Me
You’re my everything.
Maeven
Don’t you ever forget it.
I chuckle, switching to my chat with Luna, and there are messages I missed. WTF.
Luna
Thanks for being my coworker today.
The text is followed by a photo of her YouTube, playing one of my fan-made playlists.
Me
Where’s the photo of you dancing? I know you’re not just sitting while all that is playing in the background.
Btw, you’re going to be in my video next week.
Luna
I heard! I’m nervous.
Me
Don’t be. We got that chemistry. And you see? I’m a prophet. Niko’s directing the video, so you are one of his models.
It’s a callback to the first time we met.
Luna
Omg. Now I’m double nervous.
Me
It’s going to be epic. Headed to rehearsal. Maybe we can chat later.
She doesn’t respond for a while. When I get in the back of the car, I get a message from her.
It’s a still of her in a tight shirt and sweats with her hair in a ponytail. There’s a play button in the center, and my finger rushes to it. The music blasts, and ‘Dime Mami’plays in the background while she rocks to it. In thepa bajopart, she bends her knees and rotates her hips in perfect low circles. But it’s her face, how into it she looks, that makes it the sexiest. Then she turns her back to the camera and ticks her hips. My eyes follow the movements—left, thrusting her ass at the camera, right, ass back to me—like it’s trying to hypnotize me.
