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.

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

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

a beat, when his body comes into

to reply when we hear sounds, and it’s louder than the violent storm outside. “Ah! Harder!”

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

room thickens, and neither of

fuck

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

door slams shut and

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

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

had any action in ages, Zaia…” I mutter. Trying to drown them out, I

I have connection!

Mom’s voice comes in a hushed, worried tone. “Hey Mom, I’m so sorry,

not really

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

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

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

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

My heart squeezes and I sigh. “I have a lot

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

that now. Take care of yourself,

hold on to it as I wait for Mom’s picture, but I lose the connection, the small ‘no signal’ sign at the top glaring back at

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

it. There are a few mix-matched hangers and a few clean towels which I

I sleep

Fuck!

room that reveals Sebastian in nothing but a towel. Looking

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

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

hesitantly, my heart thuds as a

hitches and I exhale slowly, watching as he takes out his pants and jacket and hangs them on the hangers in

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

my stomach flip-flops. Closing my eyes for a second before

clothes, glancing over at Sebastian’s, which were still dripping water even though he had spread them out. That

the tiny tub

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

why I chose to wear this tiny skimpy set today of all

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

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 to have to go out there

in a

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