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.

me to carry you 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 small

the bag onto the small dresser that sits near one

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

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

up at Sebastian sharply, and by the look on his face, he heard

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

fuck my

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

shut and

at myself. Wearing wet clothes and being stuck in the car for a few hours in said wet clothes was not

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

to drown them out, I take my phone out and dial Mom’s number again. My heart

I have connection!

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

not really

least you are alright. The little ones have been asking

they awake?” I glance at the time, but I don’t

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

don’t tell anyone. Even if you

I know, I was worried. How is Valerie?” My heart squeezes and I sigh. “I have a lot to

call?” she asks, her voice breaking up with static. “The connection isn’t great, Mom, but send me a picture?” I say as the

do that now. Take

end the call and I hold on to it as I wait for Mom’s picture, but I lose

rumbles and I place a hand on it. I haven’t eaten all day. And

are a few mix-matched hangers and a few

do I sleep

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 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

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

my heart thuds as a stabbing brain

used to 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,

eyes meet, and the concern in his eyes throws me off. I turn away when my stomach rumbles and I feel my cheeks burn.

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

on the broken hook behind 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

water in the tiny tub before

squeeze any more water out and hung them over

brown lace thong and bra and wondered why I

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

it on, letting the hot water

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

only in

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