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

He cocks a brow, tossing the bag

into view,

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

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

the room thickens, and neither of us speaks for a second, but the moaning

fuck my

a shower, at this rate, we’re going to get ill and since you

shut and I

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

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

in ages, Zaia…” I mutter. Trying to drown them out, I take my phone out and dial Mom’s number again. My

I have connection!

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

really a

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

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, it’s way past

I told them you are working. I am glad you called Zaia. I was close

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

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

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

will do that now. Take care of yourself,

wait for Mom’s picture, but I lose the connection, the small ‘no signal’ sign at the top glaring

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

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

I sleep

Fuck!

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

as he opens his bag, taking out his clothes from

holding out the rumpled white shirt he had worn earlier.

heart thuds as a stabbing brain

The neighbours are still at it, and I quickly look away. My breath hitches and I exhale slowly, watching as he takes out his

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

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

of my clothes, glancing over at Sebastian’s, which were still dripping water even though he had spread them out. That won’t

the tiny tub before rinsing

and hung them over the sink and the

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

give them a good rub between my towel before hanging them behind the door. There is no way I’m going to go out there without

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

have wrinkled, and the entire bathroom is full of steam. I’m

in

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