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.

bed?” He asks mockingly. I frown and move forward as he enters and shuts the door. Suddenly, he looks too big in the

bag onto the small dresser that sits near one wall

comes into view, and I realise the tattoo

about to reply when we hear sounds, and it’s louder than the violent storm outside. “Ah! Harder!”

the look on his face, he heard it

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

fuck

at this rate, we’re going to get ill and since you are too worried about the one bed, I’ll go first,” he replies curtly, brushing past

slams shut

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

head, I walk over to the wall, tempted

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!

Mom, I’m so sorry, but the

really a

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

and I tilt my head. “Tell them I’m sorry. Are they awake?” I glance

I am glad you called Zaia. I was close

the thought. “No Mom, don’t tell

and I sigh. “I have

want to see the children on video call?” she asks, her voice breaking up with static. “The connection

do that now.

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

rumbles and I place a hand on it. I haven’t eaten all day. And we don’t have any spare

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

I

Fuck!

out when the bathroom 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,

say, “I don’t really have any, but I’ve hung my clothes out to dry,” He says as he opens his bag, taking out his clothes from earlier. Oh, how I wish one of us thought

best I have, and it’s partially dry,” he says, holding out the rumpled white shirt he had worn earlier.

as a stabbing brain rushes

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 going to catch a

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

my eyes for a second

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

grab them and run some water in the tiny tub before rinsing the clothes with a

was satisfied, I wrung them out until I 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

bra and wondered why I

towel before hanging them behind the door. There is no way

curtain and switch it on, letting the hot water run through my hair and over

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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