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.

for me to carry you to the bed?” He asks mockingly. I

bed,” I state the obvious. He cocks a brow, tossing the bag onto the small dresser that sits near one wall and begins to undress.

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

than the violent storm

his face, he heard it tob. We both turn, glancing

the room

fuck

to get ill and since you are too worried about the one bed, I’ll

slams shut and

stuck in the car for a

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

out, I take my phone out and

I have connection!

so sorry,

not really

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

I glance at the time, but I don’t think

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

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

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

static. “The connection isn’t great, Mom, but

will do that now.

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

stomach rumbles and I

There are a few mix-matched hangers and

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 don’t have

as he opens his bag, taking

he says, holding out the rumpled white shirt he had worn earlier. I

it hesitantly, my 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, Zaia, you’re going to catch

and I feel my cheeks burn. Grabbing a towel, I power walk to the bathroom, slamming the door

for a second before I look around the small steamed-up bathroom. I place the towel down,

hang it 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 won’t do anything if the water isn’t

in the tiny tub

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

my brown lace thong and bra and wondered why I chose

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

get into the bath, drawing the worn-out shower curtain and switch it on, letting the hot water run through my hair and over my body. Never

but I refuse to step out. My fingers have wrinkled, and the entire bathroom is

only in

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