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.”

box. She leans over, picks up

perfect.” She compliments, looking up

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

you how to do the folds?” she asks as she picks up the red tartan print wrapping paper and

say, sitting back and spreading my arm across the back of the

“Ok.” She chuckles.

you met your dad’s girlfriend?” I ask after a few moments of comfortable silence, wondering if she knows

if there’ll be enough of a connection to even wish the rest a Merry Christmas.” She sighs, brushing her hair back as

Fuck, is she fine…

you’re not

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

met her,” I

her, but I don’t plan to be the one to break that news to her. She narrows her

“Who is she?”

place to tell, but if you want to know, I can tell you,” I

Xander’s crosses her lips. Now I

closer. I move forward, picking up the first glass of wine and holding it out

“Well, you know her.”

Who?” she asks, watching as

It’s my favourite…

“Shelby.”

widen, her smile vanishing as

Atticus’s Mom?!” she exclaims.

they ever get married, you

at me, but she’s still digesting

it. Pleasure rushes through me and straight to my fucking cock as she keeps her hand there, clearly not realising

Fuck. Not now, please.

anything but how good this feels,

well, I’m surprised Atticus hasn’t told you,”

I also can’t deny that I am jealous of their relationship, even though I know Zaia has never considered

her hair subconsciously. Does she realise how fucking sexy

to Atticus

surprising,” I remark, trying not to show any emotion. She looks up, letting go of her hair

two are

much. He is and always will remain

myself. She looks back at the fire and leans back against the sofa, her head touching my arm a little and I don’t move, not wanting her to

don’t know, but he knows I don’t feel that way and over the years he’s accepted that. I’ve just made sure

the years…

she asks, arching one of her perfect

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