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 carry you to the bed?” He asks mockingly. I frown and move forward as he enters and shuts the

obvious. He cocks a brow, tossing the bag onto the small dresser that sits

comes into

than the violent storm outside.

Sebastian sharply, and by the look on his face, he

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

fuck

you

shut

wet clothes and being stuck in the car for a

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

Trying to drown them out,

I have connection!

I’m so sorry, but the weather. has forced me to stop

really

The little ones have been asking about you.” Mom says quietly. Her voice isn’t great, and

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

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

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

I sigh. “I have a lot to tell you when I

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

will do that now.

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

and I place a hand on

over to the closet and open it. There are a few mix-matched hangers and a few clean towels which I am truly grateful for,

I

Fuck!

the bathroom door opens, and a waft of steam and warmth fills the room that reveals Sebastian in nothing but a towel. Looking damn

to dry,” He says as he

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

heart thuds as a stabbing

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,

stomach rumbles and I feel my cheeks burn. Grabbing a

him chuckle and hate how my stomach flip-flops. Closing my eyes for a second before

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

and run some water in the tiny

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

bra and wondered why I chose to wear this tiny skimpy set today

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

shower curtain and switch it on, letting the hot water run through my hair and over my body. Never has a shower

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

only in a

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