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 my

this rate, we’re going to get ill and since you are too worried

slams shut

wet clothes and being stuck in the car for a few hours in said wet clothes was not

pat my cheeks. Shaking my head, I walk over to the

Trying to drown them out, I take my phone out and dial Mom’s number

I have connection!

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

not really

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

I glance

now, but don’t worry, I told them you are working. I am glad you called Zaia. I was close to alerting the guards and your father.

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

is Valerie?” My heart squeezes and I sigh. “I

breaking up with static. “The connection isn’t great, Mom, but send me a picture?” I say as

do that now. Take care of yourself,

as I wait for Mom’s picture, but I lose the connection, the small ‘no signal’ sign at the top

and I place a

the closet and open it. There are a few mix-matched hangers and a few clean towels

I sleep

Fuck!

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, turning away and run my fingers through

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

says, holding out the rumpled white shirt

thuds as a stabbing

neighbours are still at it, 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

when my stomach rumbles and I feel my cheeks burn. Grabbing a towel, I power walk to the bathroom, slamming

stomach flip-flops. Closing my eyes for a second before I look around the small steamed-up bathroom. I place the towel down, examining the

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

the tiny tub before rinsing the clothes with a bit of

out until I couldn’t squeeze any more water out and hung

wondered why I chose to wear this tiny skimpy set

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

hot water run through my hair and over my body. Never has

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

in

mean, the only other place is the narrow entrance in front of the

again when there’s a knock on the door. “Yeah!” I shout, flinching at my own loud

the tap off, I step out and

this one way or another. Drying myself, I slip my damp