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

bag

skipping a beat, when his body comes into view, and I

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

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

are getting it on. The tension in the room thickens, and neither of us speaks for a second, but the moaning simply

fuck

going to get ill and since you are too worried about the one bed,

shut and

being stuck in the

my head, I walk over to the wall, tempted to

because you haven’t had any action in ages, Zaia…” I mutter. Trying to drown them out, I take

I have connection!

sorry, but the weather. has forced me to

really a

you are alright. The little ones have been asking about

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 their

told them you are working. I am glad you called Zaia. I was close to alerting the guards and your father. I thought something may have gone

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

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

asks, her voice breaking up with static. “The connection isn’t

do that now.

as I wait for Mom’s picture, but I lose the connection, the small ‘no signal’

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 have any spare clothes.

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

do I

Fuck!

stressing 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, neither does I sigh,

I’ve hung my clothes out to dry,” He says as he opens

holding out the rumpled white shirt he had

hesitantly, my heart thuds as

quickly look away. My breath hitches and I exhale slowly, watching as he

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

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

behind the door, before I strip out of my clothes, glancing over at Sebastian’s, which were still dripping water

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

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 be

look at my brown lace thong and bra and wondered why I chose to wear this tiny skimpy set today

them a good rub between my towel before hanging them behind the door.

letting the hot water run through my hair and over

far too 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 going to have to go out there and face

only in

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