I Am The Luna

I Am The Luna by Moonlight Muse 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.

“Do you plan to move, 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 the small room.

“There’s one bed,” I state the obvious. He cocks a brow, tossing the bag onto the small dresser that sits near one wall and begins to undress. 1

“Sebastian!” I say, my heart skipping a beat, when his body comes into view, and I realise the tattoo covers his back too. It’s… s3xy…

He’s about to reply when we hear sounds, and it’s louder than the violent storm outside. “Ah! Harder!” The sounds of faint moans and thudding makes me freeze.

I look up at Sebastian sharply, and by the look on his face, he heard it tob. We both turn, glancing at the wall behind the bed.

Oh Goddess… don’t tell me the neighbours are getting it on. The tension in the room thickens, and neither of us speaks for a second, but the moaning simply gets louder.

baby, fuck

a shower, at this rate, we’re going to get ill and since you are too worried about the one bed,

shut and

clothes and being stuck in the car for a

head, I walk over to the wall, tempted to knock on it and tell

Trying to drown them out,

I have connection!

in a hushed, worried tone. “Hey Mom, I’m so sorry, but the weather.

not really

are alright. The little ones have been asking about you.” Mom says quietly. Her voice isn’t great, and the

and I tilt my head. “Tell them I’m sorry. Are they awake?” I glance at the

I told them you are working. I am glad you called Zaia. I was close to alerting the guards

the thought. “No Mom, don’t tell anyone. Even if you

I know, I was worried. How is Valerie?” My heart squeezes and I sigh. “I have a lot to tell you

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?”

that now. Take care of yourself,

but I lose

phone down and take my charge out to plug it in. My stomach rumbles and I place a

mix-matched hangers and a few clean towels which I am

I

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,

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, how

I have, and it’s partially dry,” he says, holding out the rumpled white shirt he had worn earlier. I

take it hesitantly, my heart thuds as a

and I quickly look away. My breath hitches and I exhale slowly, watching as he takes out his pants and jacket and hangs them on the hangers in the closet. “Go shower, Zaia, you’re going to

off. I turn away when my stomach rumbles and I feel my cheeks burn. Grabbing a

flip-flops. Closing my eyes for a second before I look around

out of my clothes, glancing over at Sebastian’s, which were still dripping water even though he had spread them out. That won’t do anything if the water

the tiny tub before

was satisfied, I wrung them out until I couldn’t squeeze any more water out and hung them over

brown lace thong and bra and wondered why I chose to wear this

behind the door. There is

it on, letting the hot

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

only in

the tiled wall and thinking of that small room Where will we sleep? I mean, the only other place is the narrow entrance in front of the door. I

“Yeah!” I shout, flinching at my own loud voice. “You have been

I step out and wrap my

I sigh softly, knowing I’m going to have to face this one way or another. Drying myself, I slip my damp lingerie back