I Am The Luna

62. A Moment or | Am The Luna Chapter 140 By Moonlight Muse

ZAIA.

Sebastian left for town despite my worry that the weather looks extremely rough, but I'm sure he’ll be fine. He is

a big boy.

Big indeed.

A very dirty image flashes through my head of Sebastian naked with his hand around his cock and the wooden

platter I'm holding slips from my fingers when | realise what | had just pictured.

Goddess!

My cheeks burn as | kneel down, picking it up as Sia and Zion rush inside, worry clear on their face.

Zion reachesfirst as Sia picks up the platter.

“Are you ok Mom?” he asks worriedly, taking my hands and checking for injuries.

“I'm fine. | was just a little clumsy,” | reply sheepishly.

“Oh, that’s not like you Mommy!” Sia tilts her head, observingwith concern. | blush as | stand up. “I was a

little distracted.”

The twins look at one another before nodding slowly.

“Oh... now we get it. Cool.” Zion grins before taking Sia’s hand and both leave the room. | watch them

suspiciously. What does that even mean?

| exhale deeply, placing a hand on my chest.

No more thinking of Sebastian... | need to get to work on dinner. I initially thought I'd be alone and would have

had leftovers, but now | need to make sure | do have food for the evening.

There’s not much to work with but | have potatoes and... | open the freezer door smiling when | see the breaded

cod fish.

| think we can have fish and chips for dinner.

| get to work, peeling and slicing the potatoes, wondering when Sebastian will get back. Tseems to be

passing by slowly and I'm feeling restless as | keep glancing at the time.

Is Sebastian ok?

Should | try to reach out to him via the link?

No, he might think I'm worried.

Sighing, | rinse the potatoes slowly. | had told the chef to have the rest of the holidays off, so it’s just me. | place

the washed potato down, picking up two more.

| rinse them off, frowning as | notice the water isn’t draining as fast as it should. Is something stuck in the sink? |

place the potatoes down as | prod a barbeque stick down one of the drain holes.

Hmm, the water's still clogged, what is wrong with it? | place the stick down and open the cabbeneath the

sink, looking at the pipes.

Nothing seems off.

Oh well, there's not much | can do now. Putting the oil on the cooker, | get back to washing the potatoes and

slicing them up, wondering once again if he’s alright...

An hour has gone by and the smell of freshly cooked chips and fish fills the kitchen and I'm no longer able to

stop myself from mind linking him.

‘Sebastian? Can you hear me?’

‘Always.”

| smile faintly as | sprinkle ssalt and pepper over the chips.

‘Are you alright, when are you getting back?’ | ask worriedly. Has he even gotten there? What if the weather was

too difficult to travel in? ‘If you aren’t able to get there, just turn around.”

‘I'm almost home. | have a lot of bags, so that heldup a little.”

‘Oh, perfect.’ | reply, feeling a weight | didn’t even know lift off my chest.

‘Were you worried about me?”

I'm not expecting that, and | brush my hair back, glad he can’t hear my racing heart. There's a moment's

silence, | guess | surprised him as much as | did myself at my honesty.

‘Then I'll try to get there sooner.”

| don’t reply, my heart fluttering. | look down at the basket of chips, trying to calm my emotions. He still has such

a strong effect on me...

“Is Dad not back?” Xander asks unhappily, tapping my arm.

“Seems not.” Zion sighs as | shake my head in response as Xander pouts.

“I did say moving your flight forward so close to Christmas was a bad idea.” | remind him it was Zion wanting to

participate in the ice-skating contest that had been the reason for delaying their leaving.

Zion smiles. “Whatever the Goddess wills, | guess. Maybe this was meant to be.”

“| totally agree.” Sia chimes in.

I smile at them. “That's true. Well set the table, your father will be here soon, and then we can get-" | stop mid

sentence as the kids begin helping themselves to the chips.

“Sorry Mom, they looked good. We'll take them to the table.” Zion says apologetically.

“It's quite alright, just set the table first.”

“Ok!” Xander says as he grabs the ketchup bottle.

Sia and Zion take the rest whilst | begin cleaning up, waiting for the last batch to be done when | sense someone

approaching.

Sebastian?

| place the cloth down and hurry to the front door, pulling it open before he can even knock and find myself face

to face with a snow-covered Sebastian.

“Goddess, look at you!” | exclaim as he places the large bags down as | look around for something to dust the

snow off him with, but see nothing.

If he wasn't freezing before, he must be now.

“I'm fine.” He reassures as he shakes his hair off. A few flecks of snow fall onand | step back. “Sorry.”

“It's ok,” | say as he reaches over, brushing the flecks of snow from my neck. My heart thunders as his thumb

brushes across my collarbone, his gaze dipping to my neck.

For a moment, his gaze flickers to my breasts before snapping back to my neck. His hand lingers for a moment. |

don’t move, trying to calm my thumping heart.

A faint smile crosses his lips as his eyes meet mine.

“You didn’t move.”

“Hmm?” | quickly move back, blushing in embarrassment.

“Don’t...” he murmurs, stepping closer, his hand still on my neck. “I just meant you weren't repulsed by my

touch...”

My eyes widen as his words sink in.

No, | never meant for him to think that ever.

“I've never been repulsed by your touch, Sebastian.”

| was just hurt... but it doesn’t hurt anymore.

“Then letrephrase...” His voice is deep and low, but even then, it's the only thing I hear as he looks down at

me.

But I'm not prepared for his next words, not at all.

He leans closer, his lips almost brushing my ear as he whispers. “If you keep behaving like such a good girl, you

are only going to makewant to grab this pretty little throat and kiss you fucking senseless.” 5

My eyes fly open as his hand wraps around my throat, my blazing orange eyes meeting sharp silver...