The Forgotten Luna (Adessa)

LADESSA.

I tried not to breathe so as not to draw any attention, but my heart was thudding so loudly that I felt I would collapse soon. I knew there was nothing to worry about because Kael was by my side. But then the possibility of them hurting Kael also terrified me. My hand raised, and I was about to grip his arm, but before I could touch him, my head was turned to the side, and his lips crashed into mine.

I had no idea what just happened, but the moment his lips moved and began sucking and kissing me, I just found myself turning my body to face him so I could kiss him back. Like always, whenever he kisses me, the rest of the world ceases to exist.

A soft moan escaped my throat as my arms snaked around his neck, and I pulled him closer, letting his body provide me warmth on this cold night. I would not deny that I missed him and the kisses I would get from him, so I savored the familiar way he held and caressed not just my lips but my whole being.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

I was still lost in the moment when he suddenly pulled away.

I felt my face burn, and I immediately removed my arms around his neck. I was glad he wasn't looking at me. He picked up the brown bag I placed on the bench behind us before he grabbed my hand, ushering me to step inside the bus, which I didn't even notice was already in front of us.

I just followed his lead and sat on the seat he pointed to.

"I think we lost them," Kael said after he looked back. We were sitting in the middle part of the not-so-crowded bus.

"I think so."

"Are you okay?"

I nodded.

"I'm sorry about kissing you. I have no idea how to hide your face, and i I was the first thing that came to mind."

My cheeks were still burning from embarrassment. I totally forgot the danger we were in. While he was thinking of ways to get away from them, I was enjoying the kiss and thought he wanted to kiss me.

How more desperate could I be?

I forced a smile, rested my back against the seat, and closed my eyes. Of course, the kiss was necessary, and it certainly didn't affect him the way it affected me. I should shut down any idea that he was still the same man I married. But why was he here?

I'd wanted to ask, but someone sat behind us, so I kept my mouth shut, as I didn't like the topic to go where on the part where I killed two people, but I knew I needed to tell Kael sooner or later.

We got off the bus at the next stop, and he hailed a taxi. He said the name of a motel, and we were driven there.

He told me that he drove almost the whole day, and he was starting to have headaches. His physician told him not to stress or overwork, so he wanted to rest before we moved again tomorrow. "I can bring you to a luxury hotel, but..."

"I don't mind." I cut him off. "It's safer in small places like this. We can always provide a false name, unlike in hotels where they require identification."

"Exactly." He answered, and we walked on the concrete path leading to the lobby of this motel. "You'll be fine with one room?"

"I have some money if it's the..."

"No. Not the money." He shook his head.

"Is there only one room available?" My head tilted up to look at the billboard just above us. It usually shows if there were no vacancies or how many rooms were available. But nothing was written there. "No. But I'm not letting you out of my sight."

I gulped, remembering the way I acted when he kissed me. I was sure he didn't have any reason to kiss me again, but the problem was me. I was so used to just jumping on to him, especially during bedtime. I needed to control myself. "Adessa..."

"Yeah. Sure." I smiled at him. "But maybe we can get two separate beds."

"Yup. Sit there, and I'll talk to her."

I nodded and sat on the small couch, watching as he approached the female on the small counter. It didn't take long before he returned with keys in his hand.

"Let's go." He waited for me to stand up and let me walk ahead, and then he walked behind me and pointed toward the elevator.

"There's only one bed." He said this as soon as the elevator door closed. My head turned to him, and he looked up at the ceiling as if something was interesting in there.

"Are there no rooms with two beds?"

"Nope." He answered, still not looking at me.

"Did you ask for a room with a couch?"

"I did, but the room they have only has a small round table and two chairs. And a bed."

I would have asked more, but the elevator pinged, and the door opened. The first door beside it was our room. And it was so small-smaller than the room in the hostel I occupied.

"Will you be okay in this little space?" I asked as I put the paper bag on the table, and he dropped my backpack on the chair.

"Yup. I can sleep sitting up in this chair." He replied.

"No, you're not. You need to rest. You still haven't recovered from your accident. I can sleep leaning on the table. I've done that before, so it's not a problem."

"Will it be bad if we sleep in the same bed?" He asked. He was already standing in front of me, and I had nowhere to turn or go, where it would not be too obvious that I was avoiding facing him.

Before I could answer his question, he spoke again. "The last time we had sex..."

It took a lot of me for my eyes not to widen at his words.

Relax, Adessa. Do not show he can still make your knees weak. I reminded myself.

"Did I force you?" He asked.

"What?" I asked back, my forehead creasing.

"It was already established that I was drunk, and I couldn't remember anything that night. So, I want you to uto be honest about whether I forced myself into you. You know... like, marital rape. Or I don't know what to

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My eyes finally widened. I could tell him he did force me and save myself from the embarrassment me just opening my legs at him even if we were already separated, but I didn't have the heart to let him think he abused me that way.

"It was consensual sex," I replied.

He let out a breath of relief, his breath fanning my face, and I stepped back in surprise, bumping the back of my knee on a chair. almost tipped back if his reflexes were not fast enough to grabme.

"Aaah!" I shrieked.

"I got you." He mumbled before a smile cracked on his face, and I swear to the Goddess and all the gods watching us that my pussy throb so hard on how beautiful that smile was.

That kiss at the bus stop was a mistake. It made me spiral back from 1 million steps away from him to zero in an instant.