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.

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 looks too big in

cocks a brow, tossing the bag onto the small dresser that sits near one

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

sounds, and it’s louder than the violent storm outside. “Ah! Harder!” The sounds of faint moans and thudding makes me

by the look on his face, he

room thickens, and neither of us speaks for

fuck

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

shut

being stuck in the

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

them out, I take my phone out and dial Mom’s number again. My heart skips

I have connection!

worried tone. “Hey Mom, I’m so sorry, but the weather. has

really

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

I glance at the time, but I don’t think they will be, it’s way past

don’t worry, I told them you are working. I am glad you called Zaia. I

don’t tell

My heart squeezes and I sigh. “I have a lot to

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 me a picture?” I say as the howling wind batters against the

now. Take

to it as I wait for Mom’s picture, but I lose

My stomach rumbles and I place a hand on

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

do I sleep

Fuck!

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 clothes, neither does I sigh, turning away and run

say, “I don’t really have any, but I’ve hung my clothes out to dry,” He says as he opens his bag, taking out his clothes from earlier. Oh,

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

my heart thuds as a

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

rumbles and I feel my cheeks burn. Grabbing a towel, I power

stomach flip-flops. Closing my eyes for a second before I look around the small steamed-up bathroom. I place

the door, before I strip out of my clothes, glancing over at Sebastian’s, which were still dripping water

water in the tiny tub before

squeeze any more water out and hung them

my brown lace thong and bra and wondered why I chose to wear this tiny skimpy set today of all

before hanging them behind the door. There is no way I’m going to go out

shower curtain and switch it on, letting the hot water run

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

in

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