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.

asks mockingly. I frown and move forward as he enters and shuts

cocks a brow, tossing the bag onto

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

to reply when we hear sounds, and it’s louder than the violent storm outside. “Ah! Harder!” The sounds of

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

Goddess… don’t tell me the neighbours are getting it on. The tension in the room thickens, and neither of us speaks

baby, fuck

to take a shower, at this rate, we’re going to get ill and since you are too worried about the one bed, I’ll go first,”

slams shut

being stuck in the car

walk over to the wall, tempted to knock on it and tell them to keep

because you haven’t had any action in ages, Zaia…” I mutter. Trying to drown them out, I take my phone out and

I have connection!

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

not really

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

I glance at the time, but I

they’re asleep now, but don’t worry, I told them you are working. I am glad you called Zaia. I was

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

know, I was worried. How is Valerie?” My heart squeezes and I sigh.

you want to see the children 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 howling

will do that now. Take care

I wait for Mom’s picture, but I lose the connection, the

take my charge out to plug it in. My stomach rumbles and I place a hand on it. I haven’t eaten all day.

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

do I

Fuck!

warmth fills the room that reveals Sebastian in nothing but a towel. Looking damn fine. Damn! If I

need clothes,” 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

the best I have, and it’s partially dry,” he says, holding out the rumpled white shirt

thuds as a stabbing brain

My breath hitches and I exhale slowly, watching as he takes out his pants and

away when my stomach rumbles and I feel my cheeks burn. Grabbing a towel, I power walk to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me

second before I

is pretty dry… I hang it on the broken hook behind the door, before I strip out of my clothes, glancing over at Sebastian’s, which

and run some water in the tiny

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

bra and wondered why I

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

and switch it on, letting the hot water run through my

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

in

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