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

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

say, my heart skipping a beat, when his body comes into view, and I realise the

violent storm outside. “Ah! Harder!” The

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

the neighbours are getting it on. The tension in the room thickens,

baby, fuck my

we’re going to get ill and since you are too worried about the one

slams shut

and being stuck in the car for a few hours in said wet clothes was not

I walk over to

Zaia…” I mutter. Trying to drown them out, I

I have connection!

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

not really a

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

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

don’t worry, I told them you are working. I am glad you called Zaia.

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

I sigh. “I have

up with static. “The connection isn’t great, Mom, but send me a picture?” I say as the howling wind batters against

do that now. Take care

call and I hold on to it as I wait for Mom’s picture, but I lose the connection, the

I place a hand

open it. There are a few mix-matched hangers

I sleep

Fuck!

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 sigh, turning away and run my

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

says, holding out the rumpled white shirt he had worn

my heart thuds as a

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

his eyes throws me off. I turn away when my stomach rumbles and I feel my

my eyes for a second before I look around the small steamed-up bathroom. I place the towel down, examining the

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 even though he had spread them out. That won’t do anything if the water

in the tiny tub before rinsing the clothes with a bit of

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

lace thong and bra and wondered why I chose to

good rub between my towel before hanging them behind the door. There is

letting the hot water run through my hair and over

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

only in a

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