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

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

door slams shut and

down at myself. Wearing wet clothes and being stuck in the car for a few

my cheeks. Shaking my head, I walk over to the wall, tempted to knock on it and tell them to keep it down, but

just because you haven’t had any action in ages, Zaia…” I mutter. Trying to drown them out, I take my phone out and dial Mom’s number

I have connection!

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

not really a

been asking about you.” Mom says quietly. Her voice isn’t great, and the connection kept

through me, and I tilt my head. “Tell them I’m sorry. Are they awake?” I glance at the time, but I don’t

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

tell anyone.

I sigh. “I have a

she asks, her voice breaking up with static. “The connection isn’t great, Mom, but send me a picture?” I say as the howling wind batters against the

will do that now. Take care of yourself,

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

in. My stomach rumbles and I place a hand on it. I haven’t eaten all day. And we don’t

it. There are a few mix-matched hangers and a few

I sleep

Fuck!

nothing but a towel. Looking damn fine. Damn! If I don’t have clothes,

need 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

holding out the rumpled white shirt he

as a

and I exhale slowly, watching as he takes out his pants and jacket

meet, and the concern in his eyes throws me off. I turn away when my stomach rumbles and I feel my cheeks burn. Grabbing a towel, I

chuckle and hate how my stomach flip-flops. Closing my eyes for a second before I look around

the broken hook behind the door, before I strip out of my clothes, glancing over

some water in the tiny

water out and hung them over the sink and the shower rail to try, hoping that by tomorrow

why I chose to wear this tiny

good rub between my towel before hanging them behind the door. There is

worn-out shower curtain and switch it on, letting the hot water run through my hair and over my body. Never has a shower

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

in

mean, the only other place

flinching at my

Turning the tap off, I step

one way or another. Drying myself, I