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.

me to carry you to the bed?” He asks mockingly. I frown

cocks a brow, tossing the bag onto

a beat, when his body comes into view, and I realise the tattoo covers his back too. It’s…

it’s louder than the violent storm outside. “Ah! Harder!” The sounds

he heard it tob. We both turn, glancing at the wall

The tension in the room thickens, and neither of us speaks for a second, but the moaning simply

baby, fuck

to take a shower, at this rate, we’re going to get ill and since you are too worried about the one bed, I’ll go first,” he replies curtly,

shut and I

Feeling cold and sticky, I look down at myself. Wearing wet clothes and being stuck in the car for

and I pat my cheeks. Shaking my head, I walk over to the wall, tempted to knock on it and tell them to keep it

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, but the weather. has forced me to stop at a hotel

really

are alright. The little ones have been asking about you.” Mom says

sorry. Are they awake?” I glance at the

worry, I told them you are working. I am glad you called Zaia. I was close to alerting the guards and your father. I thought something

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

My heart squeezes and I sigh. “I have a lot to tell you when I get back,” I say

you want to see the children on video call?” she asks, her voice breaking up with static. “The connection isn’t great, Mom, but

will do that now. Take care

for Mom’s picture, but I lose the connection, the small ‘no signal’

My stomach rumbles and I place a hand on

There are a few mix-matched hangers and a few clean towels which I am truly grateful

I

Fuck!

door opens, and a waft of steam and warmth fills the room that reveals Sebastian in nothing but a towel. Looking damn fine. Damn! If I

dry,” He says as he opens his bag, taking out his clothes from earlier. Oh,

the best I have, and it’s partially dry,” he says, holding out the rumpled white shirt he had worn earlier. I want to refuse but I have nothing

as a stabbing brain rushes through me…

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,

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

hate how my stomach flip-flops. Closing my eyes for a second before I look around the small steamed-up bathroom. I place the towel down, examining

my clothes, glancing over at Sebastian’s, which were still dripping water

and run some water in the tiny tub before rinsing the clothes with a bit of

wrung them out until I couldn’t squeeze any more water out and hung

and bra and wondered why I chose to

the door. There is no

into the bath, drawing the worn-out shower curtain and switch it on, letting the hot water run through my hair and over

step out. My fingers have wrinkled, and the entire bathroom is full

in a

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