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

the bag onto the small dresser that sits near

skipping a beat, when his body comes into view,

it’s louder than the violent storm

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

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

fuck

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

door slams shut and

clothes and being stuck in the car for a few hours in said wet clothes

my head, I walk over to the wall, tempted to knock on it and tell them to keep it

them out, I

I have connection!

hushed, worried tone. “Hey Mom, I’m so sorry,

really a

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

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

called Zaia. I was close to alerting the guards and your father. I thought something may have gone

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

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

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

will 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 small ‘no signal’ sign at the

My stomach rumbles and I place a hand on it. I

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

do I

Fuck!

nothing but a towel. Looking damn fine. Damn! If I don’t have clothes, neither does I sigh, turning away and run my

says as he opens his

rumpled white shirt he had worn earlier.

hesitantly, my heart thuds as a stabbing brain

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

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

second before I look around the small steamed-up

of my clothes, glancing over at Sebastian’s, which were still dripping water even though he had spread them

in the tiny tub before rinsing the clothes with

water out and hung them over the sink and the

brown lace thong and bra and wondered why I chose to wear this tiny

towel before hanging them behind the door. There is

and switch it on, letting the hot

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

in

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