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.

mockingly. I frown and move forward as he enters

bag onto the small dresser that sits near one wall and begins

into view, and I realise the tattoo covers his back

sounds, and it’s louder than the violent storm outside. “Ah! Harder!” The sounds

up at Sebastian sharply, and by the look on his face, he heard it tob. We both turn, glancing at the

on. The tension in the room thickens, and neither of us speaks for a

fuck

this rate, we’re going to get ill and since you are too worried about the one bed, I’ll go

shut and I

sticky, I look down at myself. Wearing wet clothes and being stuck in the car for a few hours in said wet clothes was not a good

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

be jealous 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

I have connection!

sorry, but the weather. has forced me to stop at a hotel for

really

goddess, at least you are alright. The little ones have been asking about

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

called Zaia. I was close

Mom, don’t tell anyone. Even if you can’t reach

squeezes and I sigh. “I have a lot to tell you

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

now. Take

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

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

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

I

Fuck!

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,

says as he opens his bag, taking out his clothes from earlier. Oh, how I wish one of us thought about

it’s partially dry,” he says, holding out the rumpled white shirt he

my heart thuds 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

and I feel my cheeks burn. Grabbing a towel, I power walk to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me

stomach flip-flops. Closing my eyes for a second before I look around the small steamed-up bathroom. 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 even though he had spread them out.

the tiny tub

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

wondered why I chose

my towel before hanging them behind the door. There

drawing the worn-out shower curtain and switch it on, letting the hot water run through my

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

only in

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