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.

to move, or are you waiting for me to carry you to the bed?” He asks mockingly. I frown and move forward as he enters and shuts the door. Suddenly, he

cocks a brow, tossing the bag onto the small dresser that sits near one wall and begins

body comes into view,

it’s louder than the violent storm outside. “Ah! Harder!” The sounds of faint moans and thudding makes

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

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

baby, fuck

you

slams shut and I sigh

and sticky, I look down at myself. Wearing wet clothes and being stuck in the car for a few hours in said

cheeks. Shaking my head, I walk over to the wall, tempted to knock on

I mutter. Trying to drown them out, I take my phone out and dial Mom’s number again. My heart skips

I have connection!

sorry, but the weather.

not really a

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

them I’m sorry. Are they awake?” I glance at the time, but I don’t think they will be,

but don’t worry, I told them you are working. I am glad you called Zaia. I was close to alerting the guards and your

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

know, I know, I was worried. How is Valerie?” My heart squeezes and I sigh. “I have a

video call?” she asks, her voice breaking up with static. “The connection isn’t great, Mom, but send me a

that now. Take care

wait for Mom’s picture, but I lose the connection, the small

and take my charge out to plug it in. My stomach rumbles and I place a hand on it. I haven’t eaten all day. And we don’t have any spare

the closet and open it. There are a few mix-matched hangers and a

do I

Fuck!

warmth fills the room that reveals Sebastian in nothing but a towel. Looking damn fine. Damn! If I don’t have clothes, neither does I sigh, turning away and run

any, but I’ve hung my clothes out to dry,” He says as he opens his bag,

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

thuds as a

shirt after s3x. The neighbours are still at it, and I quickly look away. My breath hitches and I exhale slowly, watching as he takes out his

eyes 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

my stomach flip-flops. Closing my eyes for a second before I look around the small steamed-up bathroom.

out of my clothes, glancing over at Sebastian’s, which were

them and run some water in the tiny tub before rinsing the clothes

more water out and hung them over the sink and the shower rail to try, hoping that by

and wondered why I chose to wear this

before hanging them behind the door. There is

worn-out shower curtain and switch it on, letting the hot water run through my hair and over my body. Never has a shower felt so

fingers have wrinkled, and the entire bathroom is full of steam. I’m going to have to

in a

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