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.
you plan to move, or are you waiting for me to carry you to the bed?” He asks mockingly. I frown and move forward as he enters and shuts
brow, tossing the bag onto the small dresser that sits near one wall
comes into view, and I realise the tattoo
about to reply when we hear sounds, and it’s louder than the violent storm
face, he
tension in the room thickens, and neither of
baby, fuck
going to get ill and since you are too worried about the one bed,
shut
stuck in the car for a few hours in said wet clothes
and I pat my cheeks. Shaking my head, I walk over to the wall, tempted to knock on it and tell them to keep it down, but
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!
voice comes in a hushed, worried tone. “Hey Mom, I’m so sorry, but the weather. has forced me to stop at a hotel for
not really a
the goddess, at least you are alright. The little ones have been asking about you.”
Are they awake?” I glance at
you called
stomach twists at the thought. “No Mom, don’t tell anyone. Even if you
is Valerie?” My heart squeezes and I sigh. “I have a lot to
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 wind
do that now. Take care of yourself,
Mom’s picture, but I lose the connection, the small ‘no
My stomach rumbles and I place a hand on it. I haven’t eaten all day. And we don’t have any spare
and open it. There are a few mix-matched hangers
do I
Fuck!
and warmth fills the room that reveals Sebastian in nothing but
have any, but I’ve hung my clothes out to dry,” He says as he opens his bag, taking
dry,” he says, holding out the rumpled white shirt he
hesitantly, my heart thuds as
me his shirt after s3x. The neighbours are still at it, 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 a
concern in his eyes 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 me
a second before I look around the small steamed-up
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
and run some water in the tiny tub before rinsing the clothes with
I wrung them out until I couldn’t squeeze any more water out and hung them over
thong and bra and wondered why
the door. There is
drawing the worn-out shower curtain and switch it on, letting the hot water run through my hair
have wrinkled, and the entire bathroom is full of steam. I’m going to have to go out there and
in a
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