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.

mockingly. I frown and move forward as he enters and

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

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

sounds, and it’s louder than the violent storm outside. “Ah! Harder!”

look up at Sebastian sharply, and by the look on his face, he heard it tob. We both turn, glancing at the wall behind

are getting it on. The tension in the room

baby, fuck

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

door slams shut and

at myself. Wearing wet clothes and being stuck in the car

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, but I

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

I have connection!

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

really

goddess, at least you are alright. The little ones have been asking about you.” Mom

me, and I tilt my head. “Tell them I’m sorry. Are they awake?” I glance at the time, but I

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

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

squeezes and I sigh. “I have a lot to

voice breaking up with static. “The connection isn’t great, Mom, but send me a picture?” I say as the howling wind batters against

will do that now. Take

hold on to it as I wait for Mom’s picture, but I lose the connection, the small ‘no signal’ sign at the top

I place my 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

mix-matched hangers and a few clean towels which I am

do I sleep

Fuck!

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

as he opens his bag, taking out his clothes from earlier. Oh, how I wish one of us thought about backup

the rumpled white shirt he had worn earlier. I want to

heart thuds as a stabbing

still at it, and I quickly look away. My breath hitches and I exhale slowly,

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

and hate how my stomach flip-flops. Closing my eyes for a second before I look around the

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 water

the tiny

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

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

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

the worn-out shower curtain and switch it on, letting the hot water run through

washed already but I refuse to step out. My fingers have wrinkled, and the entire bathroom is full of steam.

in a

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