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.

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

bed,” I state the obvious. He cocks a brow, tossing the bag onto the small dresser that sits near one

skipping a beat, when his body comes into view, and I realise the tattoo covers

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

look on his face, he heard it tob. We both turn,

room thickens, and neither of us speaks for a

baby, fuck

get ill and since you are too worried about the one bed, I’ll go first,” he replies curtly,

shut and I

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

walk over to the

because you haven’t had any action in ages, Zaia…” I mutter. Trying to drown them out, I take my phone out and dial

I have connection!

worried tone. “Hey Mom, I’m so sorry, but the weather. has forced me to stop at

really

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

sorry. Are they awake?” I glance at the time, but I don’t think they will be, it’s way past their

I am glad you called Zaia. I was close to

tell anyone. Even if you can’t reach me,

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

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

now. Take care of

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

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 clothes. Just

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

do I

Fuck!

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!

says as he opens his bag, taking out

says, holding out the rumpled white shirt he had worn earlier. I want to refuse

thuds as a stabbing

and I quickly look away. My breath hitches and I exhale slowly, watching

his eyes throws me off. I turn away when my stomach rumbles and I feel my cheeks burn. Grabbing a

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

behind the door, before I strip out of my clothes, glancing over at Sebastian’s, which were still dripping water

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

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

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

give them a good rub between my towel before hanging them behind the door. There is no way I’m going to go out

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

already but I refuse to step out. My fingers have wrinkled, and the entire bathroom is full of steam. I’m going

only in

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