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.”

say confidently, despite the simple wrapped box. She leans over, picks up the box and she

compliments, looking

I know it’s not that good. “Maybe you

to bother them. Besides, it’s going to be torn, anyway. Do you want me to teach you how to do the folds?”

and spreading my arm across the back of the sofa as she begins wrapping the

“Ok.” She chuckles.

after a few

it. Although with how bad the weather is, the internet is rocky, I don’t even know if there’ll be enough of a connection to

Fuck, is she fine…

Then I’m glad you’re not alone

towards me. Her knee brushes

her,”

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

“Who is she?”

if you want to know, I can tell you,” I say quietly, wondering if I shouldn’t

devious smile that looks just like Xander’s crosses her lips. Now I know where

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

“Well, you know her.”

as I take

It’s my favourite…

“Shelby.”

eyes widen, her smile vanishing as she gasps, her

Atticus’s Mom?!” she exclaims.

get married, you two get to become

me, but she’s still digesting the

hand on my thigh as she turns to the fire, staring into it. Pleasure rushes through me and straight to my fucking cock as she keeps

Fuck. Not now, please.

but how good this feels,

surprised Atticus hasn’t

is now, and although I acknowledge he’s done a lot for her, I also can’t deny that I am jealous of their relationship, even though

removes her hand and begins playing with a strand of her hair subconsciously. Does she realise how fucking sexy she looks doing that, a sexy pout

talked to Atticus in a couple

show any emotion. She looks up, letting go of her hair and tilts

two are

much. He is and always will remain a good friend, but…” she

She looks back at the fire and leans back against the sofa, her head touching my arm a little and I don’t

years he’s accepted that. I’ve just made sure there’s distance

years… even I

of him?” she

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