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.”

confidently, despite the simple wrapped box. She leans over, picks

compliments, looking

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

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

“Ok.” She chuckles.

you met your dad’s girlfriend?” I ask after a few moments of comfortable

there’ll be enough of a connection to even wish the rest a Merry Christmas.” She sighs, brushing her hair back as she reaches for one of Sia’s jewellery boxes. Her top rides up

Fuck, is she fine…

glad you’re not

she asks curiously, now turning towards me. Her knee brushes mine and

her,” I

to be the one to break that

“Who is she?”

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

just like Xander’s

me. I promise I won’t tell anyone,” she says, leaning closer. I move forward, picking up the first glass of wine and holding it out to her, she takes it and I pick up the

“Well, you know her.”

asks, watching as

It’s my favourite…

“Shelby.”

her smile vanishing as

Atticus’s Mom?!” she exclaims.

if they ever get married, you two get to become step-siblings,” I smirk

her eyes at me, but she’s

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.

on anything but how good this feels,

Atticus hasn’t told you,” I

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 just doesn’t cut it for

smirk 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 a couple

trying not to show any emotion. She looks up, letting go

are close,

we don’t talk that much. He is and always will

and leans back against the sofa, her head touching my arm a little and I

way and over the years he’s accepted that. I’ve just made sure there’s distance between us to help him

resonate in my head, but despite the years… even I have not

fun of him?” she asks, arching one of her perfect

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