I Am The Luna

64. An Evening Wrapping Presents or I Am The Luna Chapter 142 By Moonlight Muse

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.”

“Not too badly, right?” I say confidently, despite the simple wrapped box. She leans over, picks up the box and she examines the wrapping.

“It’s perfect.” She compliments, looking up at me.

“Sure it is,” I reply not believing her, I know it’s not that good. “Maybe you should just do the rest. I’ll help, but I don’t think the kids would appreciate mine.”

“They will. The way it’s wrapped isn’t going to bother them. Besides, it’s going to be torn, anyway. Do you want me to teach you how to do the folds?” she asks as she picks up the red tartan print wrapping paper and motions for me to grab Xander’s racing car.

“I think I’m okay with just watching you work,” I say, sitting back and spreading my arm across the back of the sofa as she begins wrapping the box.

“Ok.” She chuckles.

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

I couldn’t make it. Although with how bad the weather is, the internet is rocky, I don’t even know if there’ll be enough of a connection to even wish the rest a Merry Christmas.” She sighs, brushing her hair back as she reaches

Fuck, is she fine…

glad you’re not alone out

turning towards me. Her knee brushes mine and I try not to focus

met her,”

but I don’t plan to be the one to break that news to

“Who is she?”

want to know, I can tell

Xander’s

says, leaning closer. I move forward, picking up the first glass of wine and holding it out to her, she takes it and I pick up the

“Well, you know her.”

she asks, watching as I

It’s my favourite…

“Shelby.”

her smile vanishing as she gasps, her mouth

Atticus’s Mom?!” she exclaims.

you

her eyes at me, but she’s still digesting the

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

Fuck. Not now, please.

how good this feels,

Atticus hasn’t told

although I acknowledge he’s done a lot for her, I also can’t deny that I am jealous of their relationship, even though I know Zaia has never considered him

at that, but it vanishes when she removes her hand and begins playing with a strand of her hair subconsciously. Does she realise how fucking sexy she

talked to Atticus in a couple of

surprising,” I remark, trying not to show any emotion. She looks up, letting go of her hair and tilts her head, observing me. “Is

are

talk that much. He is and always will remain a good

stop myself. She looks back at the fire and leans back against the sofa, her head touching

that way and over the years he’s accepted that. I’ve just made sure

but despite the years… even I have not been able to let

won’t make fun of him?” she asks,

know how it feels loving you… I don’t blame him for not being able to let go of his

her and I’m fine with that, even if it means loving her

silent this time, her hair curtaining her face, and I sit forward to see her face, resisting the urge to

whisper, calling her something I haven’t in years. She shakes