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

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

slams shut and I

clothes and being stuck in the car for a few hours in said wet clothes

head, I walk over to the wall, tempted to knock on

out, I take my phone out and dial Mom’s number again. My heart

I have connection!

hushed, worried tone. “Hey Mom, I’m so sorry, but the weather. has forced me to stop at a hotel

not really a

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

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

glad you called Zaia. I was

“No Mom, don’t tell anyone. Even if you can’t reach me, don’t

I

video call?” she asks, her voice breaking up with static. “The connection isn’t

that now. Take care of yourself,

hold on to it as I wait for Mom’s picture, but I lose the connection,

and take my charge out to plug it in. My stomach rumbles and I place a hand on it. I haven’t eaten all day. And we don’t have any spare clothes. Just

are a few mix-matched hangers and a few clean towels

do I

Fuck!

the room that reveals Sebastian in nothing but a

clothes,” I 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 wish one of us thought

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

as

shirt after s3x. The neighbours are still at it, and I quickly look away. My breath hitches and I exhale slowly, watching

in his eyes throws me off. I turn away when my stomach rumbles and I feel my cheeks burn. Grabbing a towel, I power walk to the bathroom, slamming the door

for a second before I look around the small steamed-up bathroom. I

glancing over at Sebastian’s, which were still dripping water even though he

in the tiny tub before

and hung them over the sink and the shower rail to try, hoping

and wondered why I chose to wear

rub between my towel before hanging them behind the door. There is no way I’m going to go out there

on, letting the hot water run through my hair and over my body. Never has

for far too long. I’ve washed already but I refuse to step out. My fingers have wrinkled, and the entire bathroom is full

in

I mean, the only other place is the narrow entrance

I shout, flinching at

Turning the tap off, I step out and

have to face this one way or another. Drying myself, I slip my damp lingerie back on