I Am The Luna

Chapter 142

SEBASTIAN.

It’s the following evening and for the first time as far back as I remember, I am enjoying Christmas time.

The blizzard has gotten worse, and that just sealed the fact that we are indeed spending Christmas here. I am not going to complain, spending night and day with Zaia and not once being told to get a hotel is the best gift I could ever be given.

The kids have gone to bed, with Zion offering to tuck Xander in for Zaia. He’s a good kid and acts far more mature for his age than he is. I’m proud of him, and I can tell he takes good care of Zaia.

Although he’s clearly trying to play Cupid. Since I arrived, he and Sia would find reasons to leave the room, but I’m not complaining. If he wants to help, give me some alone time with Zaia, I’m all for it.

There’s something different about her now. She isn’t avoiding me as she was eighteen months ago. She’s more open and I like it…

I promised to hold back, but now… unless I’m reading the signs wrong, she doesn’t seem to mind my flirting or subtle hints… but do I push her to test those limits? Or do I hold back the raging tornado of emotions that courses through me like havoc?

We’re currently in the lounge as we begin wrapping the presents I had grabbed. The ones she had gotten for them had been taken out of the luggage and placed under the tree. She’s left to get us some drinks, but her tempting, seductive scent remains.

The fire is ablaze in the hearth, warming the room. The lights from the Christmas tree in the corner and surrounding the window ledge glow cosily. The snow is falling rapidly, and the wind is still roaring, but inside it’s nothing more than blissful peace.

The sound of her footsteps approaching makes me look down at the box I am currently wrapping. I’ve done alright, but it’s nowhere near as neat as the one she had done. Folded several times to create a design to the packaging and finished off with a satin ribbon. When did she even find the time to learn things like this?

“How are you getting on?” she asks, and I look up, trying not to check her out as she puts down a tray containing two glasses of wine and a plate of profiteroles.

She takes a seat beside me on the couch and crosses her legs. I’m very aware of how close she is, despite the small gap she’s left between us…My gaze flicks to the wine as she tilts her head.

“You wrapped it.”

simple wrapped box. She leans over,

She compliments, looking

I reply not believing her, I know it’s not that good. “Maybe you should just do the rest. I’ll help, but I don’t

The way it’s wrapped isn’t going to bother them. Besides, it’s going to be torn, anyway. Do you want me to teach you how to do the folds?” she asks as she picks up the red tartan print wrapping paper and motions for me to grab

sitting back and spreading

“Ok.” She chuckles.

few

the weather is, the internet is rocky, I don’t even know if there’ll be enough of a connection to even wish the rest

Fuck, is she fine…

I’m glad you’re

her?” she asks curiously, now turning towards me. Her knee brushes mine

her,” I

both know her, but I don’t plan to be the one to break that news

“Who is she?”

know, I can tell you,” I say quietly,

smile that looks just like Xander’s crosses

first glass of wine and holding it out to her, she takes it and I pick up the second

“Well, you know her.”

asks, watching as I take a gulp of

It’s my favourite…

“Shelby.”

as

Atticus’s Mom?!” she exclaims.

ever get married, you

at me,

to the fire, staring into it. Pleasure rushes through me and straight to my fucking cock as she keeps her hand there, clearly not realising the effect she’s having

Fuck. Not now, please.

but how good this

surprised Atticus hasn’t

acknowledge he’s done a lot for her, I also can’t deny that I am jealous of their relationship, even though I know Zaia has never considered him more than a friend. Guess he

at that, but it vanishes when she removes her hand and begins playing with a strand of her hair subconsciously. Does she realise how fucking sexy

I haven’t really talked to Atticus in

letting go of her hair and tilts her head, observing

are

that much. He is and always will remain a

He still has feelings for you?” I ask, unable to stop myself. She looks back at the fire and leans back against the sofa, her head touching my arm a little and

and over the years he’s accepted that. I’ve

words resonate in my head, but despite the years… even I

fun of him?” she asks,

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