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

brow, tossing the bag onto the small dresser that sits near one wall and begins to

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

the violent storm outside. “Ah!

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

the room thickens,

fuck my

going to take a shower, at this rate, we’re going to get ill and since you are

shut and I sigh

at myself. Wearing wet clothes and being stuck in

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

any action in ages, Zaia…” I mutter. Trying to drown them out, I

I have connection!

Mom, I’m so sorry, but

not really a

have been asking about you.” Mom says

I glance at the time,

are working. I am glad you called Zaia. I was close to alerting the guards

tell anyone. Even if you

I know, I was worried. How is Valerie?” My heart squeezes and I sigh. “I have a lot to tell you when I get back,” I say

call?” she asks, her voice breaking up with static. “The connection

do that now. Take

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

plug it in. My stomach rumbles and I place a hand on it. I

are a few mix-matched hangers and a few clean

I sleep

Fuck!

reveals Sebastian in nothing but a towel. Looking damn fine. Damn! If I don’t have clothes, neither does I sigh, turning away and run my

“I don’t really have any, but I’ve hung my clothes out to dry,” He says as

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

thuds as a

My breath hitches and I exhale slowly, watching as he takes out his pants and jacket and hangs them on the hangers

throws me off. I turn 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

eyes for a second

out of my clothes, glancing over

water in the tiny tub before rinsing the

any more water out and hung them over the sink and the shower rail

brown lace thong and bra and wondered why

a good rub between my towel before hanging them behind the door. There is no way

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

there for far too long. I’ve washed already but I refuse to step out. My fingers have wrinkled, and the entire bathroom is full of

in a

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