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 move, or are you waiting for me to carry you to the bed?” He asks mockingly. I frown and move forward as he enters and shuts the door. Suddenly, he looks too big in

He cocks a brow, tossing the bag

heart skipping a beat, when his body comes into view,

louder than the violent storm outside. “Ah!

Sebastian sharply, and by the look on his face, he heard it

don’t tell me the neighbours are getting it on. The tension in the room thickens, and neither of us

fuck my

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

shut and I

mortifying! Feeling cold and sticky, I look down at myself. Wearing wet clothes and being stuck

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

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

I have connection!

comes in a hushed, worried tone. “Hey Mom, I’m so sorry, but the weather. has forced me

really

goddess, at least you are alright. The little ones have been asking about you.” Mom says quietly. Her voice

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, it’s way

working. I am glad you called Zaia. I was close to alerting the

at the thought. “No Mom, don’t tell

is Valerie?” My heart squeezes and I sigh. “I have

with static. “The connection isn’t great, Mom, but send

now. Take care

it as I wait for Mom’s picture, but I lose

place my phone down and take my charge out to plug it in. My stomach rumbles and I place a hand on it. I haven’t eaten all day. And we don’t

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

do I sleep

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

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

it’s the best I have, and it’s partially dry,” he says, holding out the rumpled white

as a stabbing

after s3x. The neighbours are still at it, and I quickly look away. My breath hitches and I exhale slowly, watching

feel my cheeks burn. Grabbing a towel, I power walk to the bathroom, slamming the

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

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 isn’t

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

satisfied, I wrung them out until I couldn’t squeeze any more water out and hung

and bra and wondered why I chose to wear this tiny skimpy set

hanging them behind the door. There is no way I’m going to

worn-out shower curtain and switch it on, letting the hot water run through my hair and over my body. Never

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

in a

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