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.

are you waiting for 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

the obvious. He cocks a brow, tossing the bag onto

my heart skipping a beat, when his body comes into view, and I

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

Sebastian sharply, and by the look on his face, he heard it tob. We

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

fuck my

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

door slams shut and I sigh

and sticky, I look down at myself. Wearing wet clothes and being stuck

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

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 Mom’s number again. My

I have connection!

a hushed, worried tone. “Hey Mom, I’m so sorry, but the weather. has forced me to stop at a hotel for

not really

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

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

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, don’t

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

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

that now. Take

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

charge out to plug it in. My stomach rumbles and I place

to the closet and open it. There are a few mix-matched hangers and a few clean towels which I

do I

Fuck!

waft of steam and warmth fills the room that reveals Sebastian in nothing but a towel. Looking

have any, but I’ve hung my clothes out to dry,” He says as he opens his bag, taking

rumpled white shirt

take it hesitantly, my heart thuds as a stabbing brain rushes through

it, and I quickly look away. My breath hitches and I exhale slowly, watching as he takes out his pants

me off. I turn away when my stomach rumbles and I feel my cheeks

second before I look around the small steamed-up

clothes, glancing over at Sebastian’s, which were still dripping water even though

grab them and run some water in the tiny tub before

out and hung them over the sink and the shower rail to try, hoping that by tomorrow they’ll

bra and wondered why

behind the door. There

hot water run through my hair and over my body. Never has a shower

out. My fingers have wrinkled, and the entire bathroom is full

in a

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