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.

carry you to the bed?” He asks mockingly. I frown and move forward as he enters and shuts the

cocks a brow, tossing the bag onto

a beat, when his body comes into view, and I realise

than the violent storm outside.

on his face, he heard it tob.

Goddess… don’t tell me the neighbours are getting it on. The tension in the room thickens, and neither of

baby, fuck

going to take a shower, at this rate, we’re going to get ill and since you are too worried about

door slams shut

at myself. Wearing wet clothes and being stuck in the car for a few hours in said wet clothes was

head, I walk over to the wall, tempted to knock on

just because you haven’t had any action in ages, Zaia…” I mutter. Trying to drown them out, I take my phone out and dial Mom’s number again. My heart skips

I have connection!

so sorry,

really

ones have been asking about you.” Mom says quietly. Her voice

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

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

don’t tell anyone. Even if

is Valerie?” My heart squeezes and I sigh. “I have

asks, her voice breaking up with static. “The connection isn’t great, Mom, but send me a picture?” I say as the

will do that now. Take

Mom’s picture, but I

stomach rumbles and I place a hand on it. I haven’t eaten all day. And we don’t have any spare clothes. Just

it. There are a few mix-matched hangers

do I

Fuck!

the room that reveals Sebastian in nothing but a towel. Looking damn fine. Damn! If I don’t have clothes, neither does I

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

have, and it’s partially dry,” he says, holding out the rumpled white shirt he had worn earlier.

heart thuds as a stabbing brain rushes

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.

I turn away when my stomach rumbles and I feel my cheeks burn. Grabbing a towel, I power walk

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

glancing over at Sebastian’s, which were still dripping water even though he had spread them out. That won’t do anything if the water

tiny tub before rinsing the clothes with a bit

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

and bra and wondered why I chose

them behind the door. There is no way I’m going to go

get into the bath, drawing the worn-out shower curtain and switch it on, letting the hot water

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

only in

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