I Am The Luna

Chapter 32

A Motel Room

ZAIA. “Alright, keep your head down. There are no cameras, but still. I’ll go ask for a room.” We had finally found a dingy motel after driving around for a bit, but it was better than nothing. If it wasn’t for Sebastian’s keen sense of direction, we would still be out in the storm.

“Rooms.” I correct. “Room with twin beds. Besides from the lights on in the windows, I think they are already pretty packed.”

I roll my eyes. “Mhmm, this isn’t a cliché romance novel where they will be out of rooms,” I whisper. “Two rooms.” He gives me a pointed look before he walks off to the desk.

He speaks quietly to the half-asleep man behind the counter before he is given a key.

Wait what?

Key? I’m about to open my mouth when he approaches, but he places his finger on my lips. “They have only one room, it’s that or the car with no shower.” He says, looking down. at me. “So, what will it be, feisty pants? Because I’m definitely not taking the car.”

I clench my jaw. This is not possible! “You only asked for one room,” I mutter. Being alone in a room with Sebastian is not wise. Not in any way. “I didn’t but feel free to go ask him yourself

… but it’s obvious you don’t trust yourself to be in a room alone with me.” He whispers. mockingly, as he bends down and smirks.” Correct me if I’m wrong, Ms. Toussaint.”

“Oh please, it is your snoring that gets to me, actually,” I mutter as I glance at the key in his hand. Room 19, second floor…

We make our way up the navy-carpeted stairs and down the hall to room 19. We unlock the door and step inside. I flip the switch on and, to my relief; the room is far better than I was thinking it would be.

Especially with the stains on the walls in the foyer, and the worn-out battered carpet, but it was pretty clean or at least looked it. Right now, I’m grateful for anything. My eyes fall on the narrow double bed that takes up most of the room and Sebastian almost bumps into me.

you to the bed?” He asks mockingly. I frown and move forward as he enters and shuts the door. Suddenly, he looks too big in the small

tossing the bag onto the

heart skipping a beat, when his body comes into view,

to reply when we hear sounds, and it’s louder than the violent

Sebastian sharply, and by the look on his face, he heard it tob. We both

room thickens, and neither of us speaks for a second, but the moaning

fuck

ill and since you

shut and I

mortifying! Feeling cold and sticky, I look down at myself. Wearing wet clothes and being stuck in the car for a few hours in said wet clothes was not a good

moaning and banging continue and I pat my cheeks. Shaking my head, I walk over to the wall,

Zaia…” I mutter. Trying to drown them out, I take my phone out and dial Mom’s number again. My heart skips a beat when the

I have connection!

I’m so sorry,

not really

at least you are alright. The little ones have been asking

my head. “Tell them I’m sorry. Are they awake?” I glance at the time, but I don’t think they will be, it’s

I am glad you called Zaia. I was

twists at the thought. “No Mom, don’t tell anyone. Even

know, I was worried. How is Valerie?” My heart squeezes and I sigh. “I have a lot to tell you when

call?” she asks, her voice breaking up with static. “The

do that now. Take care

end the call and I hold on to it as I wait for Mom’s picture, but I lose the connection, the small ‘no signal’ sign at the top

I place my phone down and take my charge out to plug it in. My stomach rumbles and I place a hand on it. I

a few mix-matched hangers and a

I

Fuck!

nothing but a towel. Looking damn fine. Damn! If I don’t have clothes, neither does I sigh, turning away and

out to dry,” He says as he opens his bag, taking out his clothes from earlier. Oh, how I wish one of

it’s partially dry,” he says, holding out the rumpled white shirt he had worn earlier. I want to

as a stabbing

at it, and I quickly look away. My breath hitches and I exhale slowly, watching as he takes out his pants and jacket and hangs them on the hangers in the closet. “Go shower, Zaia, you’re going to

meet, and the concern in his eyes throws me off. I turn away when my stomach rumbles and I feel my cheeks burn. Grabbing a towel, I power walk to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind

flip-flops. Closing my eyes for a second

over at Sebastian’s, which were still dripping water even though he had spread them out.

I grab them and run some water in the tiny tub before

until I couldn’t squeeze any more water out and hung them over the sink and

brown lace thong and bra and wondered why I chose to wear this tiny skimpy set today of

them a good rub between my towel before hanging them behind the door. There is

the hot water run through my hair and over my body. Never has a shower felt so damn

stay under there for far too long. I’ve washed already but I refuse to step out. My fingers have wrinkled, and the entire bathroom is full of

in

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