Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 3 – Unexpected Encounter
Abby

“I know there’s a lot to choose from,” Leah says innocently. “So, just pick the ones you want to sleep

with the most.”

I give her a look, but she just plasters on that innocent smile and waits for me to look at my phone.

Beside me, Chloe leans in slightly, trying to get a look at the screen.

“Fine, this guy,” I say, showing them the one I picked. “There, I have a date,”

“Why not meet someone else too, while you’re at it?” Leah says. “Just to save time.”

I’m a bit resistant to the idea, but I eventually give in to Leah’s pestering. I message another guy to

meet me later in the evening.

“You guys need to help me find something to wear,” I say when everything’s been planned.

They both agree, and we pay our bill. We walk around the shops until we find one that might have the

kind of thing I’m looking for. Chloe and Leah help me pick out a few dresses, and I go in the back to try

them on.

I decide on a form-fitting black dress. It hugs my curves and cuts down in the front to show a bit of

cleavage. It’s flattering on my fuller figure, and I can’t help but admire myself a bit in the mirror. It’s the

kind of dress Karl never would have wanted me to wear.

Leah grins when I walk out to show them. I do a little twirl, and Chloe claps. “Now that’s a dress!” she

exclaims.

“You look like a goddess,” Leah adds.

I can feel my face warm. “Come on, stop,” I say with a laugh.

“Very se xy,” Chloe continues, making me blush even harder. I wave them off and go into the back to

regular clothes. I buy the dress and a pair of strappy black

and Leah with the promise that I’ll fill them in the minute the

few hours later. It’s already crowded when I arrive, and it takes

at the bar. He’s

Leah sets me up with are total duds,

down to

look pretty

leans in to talk to

while glancing not so discreetly at my

had so much fun when I went out with Karl. He

floor and was constantly making jokes. I never knew what to expect

was always exciting.

guy I’ve been out with recently–more interested in how impressive he is than in

to say. Partway through the conversation, I have to cut him off. “Excuse me,” I say,

his recent account at work.

he says with a wink. I have to resist the urge to cringe

hair in the bathroom mirror, then slip into one

way into my stall. He slips his hand

back, grabbing my butt.

him hard. He goes down

like that, crumbled over in the stall with

on his face.

in the last three years, and I haven’t gone

to get into bed with me rather than get to

myself comparing them to

have the intense feeling that I’m being

Luke, but I catch sight of him retreating out the

No one stands out to me. Not anyone I can see

point, anyway.

and he

gritty in a way that makes me perk up

forget the presence

my type. He has curly brown hair and

than me. I wait while he buys us both drinks,

a table in the corner

I can feel the heavy weight of someone’s

but I don’t turn

I say, “but it’s actually cooking.” I wait for