Page 61 of Wishing for La Luna
“Red silk sheets, low lighting.”
“That sounds like it would be your room more than mine.”
“So you try to picture my room too?”
I already told him that I’m falling for him.What’s one more confession?“Yeah.”
“I’ll have to show you since I already know what yours looks like.”
“I would like that.”
He smiles so wide, like his normal self coming back to the surface, and my body heats up. Then he brings me closer, whispering in my ear, “When we go to my house, I’m going to kick everyone outynos vamos a matar las ganasin every corner.”
Shivers break over my skin, making me shudder. “I’m ready.”
“I bet your pantiesestan mojadoslike the day of the video. I’m dying to check, but…I don’t want to be afalta respeto.”
I can feel how wet I am from just thinking about him between my legs with his mouth latched onto my nipple.Mamifalls asleep fast, and she won’t come in here. I can turn on the TV and be really quiet.
But no, I can’t do that. He’s being respectful, and I need to be too.
“Why don’t I give you a souvenir?”
“What’s that?”
I walk to my dresser and pull out a pair of panties.
“I want the wet ones, not the clean ones,” he mutters, his voice deepening.
I hook my finger into my pajama bottoms and push them down my legs along with my panties. I step out as he stares at me, wide-eyed.
Then I put on the clean ones and bend over to pick up my used ones and hand them to him.
Then I pull my pants.
“Buenas noches.” I lean and press a quick kiss on his lips.
I walk out of the room fast, as if my nipples aren’t hard and the ache between my legs isn’t uncomfortable.Let me wash my face.
When I finish, I climb into my mom’s bed where she’s watching the news.
“Is he okay?”
“Yeah,” I answer. “He was having a tough time.”
“He’s missing his mom.”
“You heard?”
She turns to look at me. “I wasn’t eavesdropping, but his voice carried. You were both crying… But I could tell when he came in. When you lose a mother, you recognize the pain in others.”
My heart is so full of love for her. “I love you,Mami.”
“Me too,Mariposita.” Then she smiles. “Sooo…do you want to go sleep in there?”
Her head tilts in the direction of my room.
“He’srespetuoso.”
