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

state the obvious. He cocks a brow, tossing the bag onto the small dresser that sits

body comes into view,

about to reply when we hear sounds, and it’s louder than the violent storm outside. “Ah! Harder!” The sounds of faint moans and thudding makes me

face, he heard it tob. We both

tension in the room thickens, and neither of us speaks

fuck

since you are too worried about the one bed, I’ll

door slams shut

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

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

drown them out, I take my phone out and dial

I have connection!

a hushed, worried tone. “Hey Mom, I’m so sorry, but the weather. has

really

you are alright. The little ones have been asking about you.” Mom says quietly. Her voice isn’t great, and the connection

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

you are working. I am glad you called Zaia. I was close to alerting the guards and your father.

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

My heart squeezes and I

with static. “The

will do that now.

it as I wait for Mom’s picture, but I lose the

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

a few mix-matched hangers and a few clean towels which I am truly grateful for,

I sleep

Fuck!

through! I’m stressing out when the bathroom 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 don’t have clothes, neither does

I say, “I don’t really have any, but I’ve hung my clothes out to dry,” He says as he opens his bag, taking out his

partially dry,” he says, holding out the rumpled white shirt he had worn earlier. I want to refuse but I have

as a stabbing

to always give me his 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 pants and jacket and hangs them on the hangers in the closet. “Go shower, Zaia, you’re going

rumbles and I feel my cheeks burn. Grabbing a towel, I power walk

second

dry… I hang it on the broken hook behind the door, before I strip out of my clothes, glancing over at Sebastian’s, which were still dripping water

in the tiny tub before rinsing the clothes

out until I couldn’t squeeze any more water out and hung them over the sink and the shower rail to try, hoping

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

them behind the door. There is no way

letting the hot water run through my

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 steam. I’m going to have to go out there and face

in

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