Page 66 of Wishing for La Luna
Luna nods. “She’s a bad bitch. Always.”
“I was never interested in Adina. I think it was all a bad misunderstanding.” But she doesn’t look at me.
She nods, peering up at me. “I believe you. You’re not a liar.”
I shake my head. “I wasn’t even paying attention to her. She’s not my type anyway.”
“What is your type?”
“Morenita, with the kindest and warmest heart, great boobs, and a break-the-internet kind of ass.”
I lean in to kiss her, but then my phone rings, breaking the moment.
“I’m outside. Let’s go,” Tito orders.
Luna grabs her things and takes my hand. I lead us down the stairs, ignoring the smile on Tito’s face.
When we get to the car, someone screams, “Luna, tell him to say hi to us.”
Before Luna gets in, she looks up and points at a window.
There are two girls there, just like Maeven said. I blow a kiss at them. “Las amo.”
One of them squeals, and we are off to my concert.
* * *
I’ve been held to the fire
With everything building inside
Time flies or drips like honey
And I feel it all rise
It’s the pain
The loneliness relegated to the bottom
The fear
The work that doesn’t stop
Hope that trickles in a sliver of moonlight
It’s all starting to boil
Burning my feet
Spreading through my body
The old feeling is back
My heart is roaring
The call of the stage is strong
Savage beyond my control
