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

one bed,” I state the obvious. He cocks a brow, tossing the bag onto

body comes into view, and I realise the

hear sounds, and it’s louder than the violent storm outside.

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

on. The tension in the room thickens, and

baby, fuck

ill and since you are too worried about the one bed, I’ll go first,” he

shut

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

banging continue and I pat my cheeks. Shaking my head, I walk over to the wall, tempted to knock on it and tell them to keep it down,

to drown them out, I take my phone out and dial Mom’s number again. My heart skips a beat when the phone starts

I have connection!

I’m so sorry, but the weather. has forced me to stop at a hotel for the

really a

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

they awake?” I glance at

they’re asleep now, but don’t worry, I 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

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

and I sigh. “I have a lot to tell you when I get back,” I

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

do that now.

but I

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

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

I

Fuck!

of steam and warmth fills the room that reveals Sebastian in nothing but a towel. Looking damn fine.

dry,” He says as he opens his bag, taking out his

it’s partially dry,” he says, holding out the rumpled white shirt he had worn earlier. I want to refuse but I

hesitantly, my heart thuds as a

and I exhale slowly, watching as he takes out his pants and jacket and hangs them on

feel my cheeks burn. Grabbing a towel, I power

hear him chuckle and hate how my stomach flip-flops. Closing my eyes for a second before I look around the small steamed-up bathroom. I place the towel down, examining the

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

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

until I couldn’t squeeze any more water out and hung them over the sink and

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

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

hot water run through my hair and over my body. Never has a shower

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

only in

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