I Am The Luna (Moonlight Muse) novel Chapter 326

Chapter 0326 

Fuck, is she fine… 

“Hmm. Then I’m glad you’re not alone out here.” 

“Do you know her?” she asks curiously, now turning towards me. Her knee brushes mine and I try not to focus on it. 

“I’ve met her,” I say. 

We both know her, but I don’t plan to be the one to break that news to her. 

She narrows her eyes, suspicion clouding them. 

“Who is she?” 

“It isn’t my place to tell, but if you want to know, I can tell you,” I say quietly, wondering if I shouldn’t have mentioned it. 

She hesitates before a small devious smile that looks just like Xander’s crosses her lips. Now I know where he gets it from. 

“Tell me. I promise I won’t tell anyone,” she 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 second one as I sit back. 

“Well, you know her.” 

“I do… Who?” she asks, watching as I take a gulp of my wine. 

It’s my favourite… 

“Shelby.” 

Her eyes widen, her smile vanishing as she gasps, her mouth parting. “Atticus’s Mom?!” she exclaims. 

“Yup, so, if they ever get married, you two get to become step–siblings,” I smirk arrogantly. 

She rolls her eyes at me, but she’s still digesting the news. 

“So… Dad and Shelby Payne… whoa…” she exhales, placing her hand on my thigh as she turns to 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 effect she’s having on me, and I can feel myself hardening. 

Fuck. Not now, please. 

+15 BONUS 

Focus on anything but how good this feels, Sebastian. 

“Yeah, well, I’m surprised Atticus hasn’t told you,” I remark. 

I’m not sure how their relationship is now, and 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 more than a friend. Guess he just doesn’t cut it for her. 

I smirk 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 looks doing that, a sexy pout on those kissable lips of hers. 

“No, I haven’t really talked to Atticus in a couple of weeks.” 

“That’s surprising,” I remark, trying not to show any emotion. 

She looks up, letting go of her hair and tilts her head, observing me. “Is it? Why?” 

“You two are close, right?” 

“We are. But we don’t talk that much. He is and always will remain a good friend, but…” she sighs. 

“But? He still has feelings for you?” I ask, unable to stop myself.