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

a brow, tossing the bag onto

a beat, when his body comes into view, and I realise the tattoo covers

the violent storm outside. “Ah! Harder!” The sounds of faint moans and thudding

the look on his face, he heard

neighbours are getting it on. The tension in the room thickens, and neither of us speaks for a

baby, fuck my

at this rate, we’re going to get ill and since you are too worried about

door slams shut and

mortifying! Feeling cold and sticky, I look down at myself. Wearing wet clothes and being stuck in the car for a few hours in said wet clothes was not a

and I pat my cheeks. Shaking my head, I walk over to the wall, tempted to knock

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 number

I have connection!

Mom, I’m so sorry, but the weather. has

really a

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

sorry. Are they awake?” I glance at the time, but I don’t think they will be, it’s way past their

am glad you called Zaia. I was close to alerting the guards and your father.

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

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

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

that now. Take care of yourself,

wait for Mom’s picture, but

down and take my charge out to plug it in. My stomach rumbles and I

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

I

Fuck!

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

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 about

dry,” he says, holding out the rumpled white shirt he

take it hesitantly, my heart thuds as a

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

concern in his eyes throws me off. I turn away when my stomach rumbles and I feel my cheeks burn. Grabbing a towel, I power walk to the bathroom, slamming the

Closing my eyes for a second before I look around the small steamed-up bathroom. I place the towel down, examining

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

some water in the tiny tub before rinsing the

water out and hung

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

towel before hanging them behind the door. There is no way I’m going to go out

get into 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

too long. I’ve washed already but I refuse to step out. My fingers have wrinkled, and the entire bathroom is

in a

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