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.

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 the door. Suddenly, he

one bed,” I state the obvious. He cocks a brow, tossing the bag onto the small dresser that sits

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 faint moans and thudding makes

at Sebastian sharply, and by the look on his face, he heard

neighbours are getting it on. The tension in the room thickens, and neither of us speaks for a second, but the

baby, fuck my

we’re going to get ill and since you are too worried about the one bed, I’ll go first,” he replies

shut

Feeling cold and sticky, I look down at myself. Wearing wet clothes and being stuck in the car for a few hours in said wet clothes was not

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 have connection!

tone. “Hey Mom, I’m so sorry, but

not really

The little ones have been asking about you.” Mom says

they awake?” I glance

them you are working. I am glad you called Zaia. I

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

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

Do 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

that now. Take

to it as I wait for Mom’s picture, but I lose the connection, the small ‘no signal’ sign at the top

and I place a hand on

the closet and open it. There are a few mix-matched hangers

do I

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

to dry,” He says as he opens his bag, taking out his

rumpled white

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

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

off. I turn away when my stomach rumbles and I feel my cheeks burn. Grabbing a towel, I power walk

second before I look around the small steamed-up bathroom. I place the

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

in the tiny tub before rinsing the clothes with a bit

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

and wondered why I chose to wear this tiny skimpy set today of all

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

worn-out shower curtain and switch it on, letting the hot water run through my hair and over

I refuse to step out. My fingers have wrinkled, and the entire bathroom is full of steam. I’m

in a

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