Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 27: Dancing the Night Away
The kitchen doors swing open, and I pull my hand away from Karl’s. It’s Ethan.

I don’t know why I feel like I’ve been caught doing something I shouldn’t. Ethan doesn’t seem to notice

as he crosses the room and picks up the cup.

“Thanks,” he says, his voice sounding groggy. “I really needed this.”

He heads for the office, and I look back at Karl, deciding that it’s best if we just pretend that what just

happened between us never happened at all. “You’ll be doing the same as yesterday. Besides, there is

no need for such closeness between employee and boss,” I say coldly, restraining my desire to be

close to him.

He nods and walks away, his shoulders slightly tense. I watch him go for a moment before I force

myself to turn away. It’s a good thing that Ethan walked in, I think.

I have to get the passion back with Adam as soon as possible, just like Leah said.

The next day, Adam picks me up at my apartment, and we take a taxi to a local hotel. “Would you like

to dance, or would you like a drink first?” Adam asks, leaning down to talk in my ear.

I grin. “Dance. Then drinks. Then more dancing.”

He returns my smile and leads me out onto the dance floor. He spins me around and I can’t help my

giddy laugh. I’ve always loved to dance. Even though I’m not particularly good at it, I find it so freeing.

It’s one of those things I’ve always done just for the pure enjoyment of it.

Adam pulls me close, and we sway together. He smells good, like sandalwood and a bit like my

he must have used when we were getting ready earlier. He’s

with shiny black dress shoes and a crisp white shirt. I’m not the

he looks. Several women have

I feel anything when

want to drag him home and tear his clothes off. He did all

I told him I wanted to go on a date, and he’s especially

a much better dancer than me. I twirl away from him

chest, swaying our hips.

loves food. He works in the restaurant business. He’s kind, fun and he genuinely

he should be the perfect

the one thing lacking is

intense, all-consuming passion between us. Sure, it’s fine.

every time. Is it wrong to expect fireworks? Is sex like that even necessary for

relationship, or have movies and the media just fed me lies

that sex really is important to me, and I don’t know how to fix

thinking about?” he says in my ear, his lips dragging down

“I was just listening to the

kisses my shoulder and drags his hand down my hip. My

swaying, slightly off-beat, to the

he murmurs

my head to the side, and he kisses me.

can hear my harsh breaths even with the loud music.

should embarrass me, but a quick glance at the room shows

like this. Shifters aren’t so embarrassed by public displays

I lean closer and deepen the kiss. He drags his hands

Heat gathers in my stomach, moving lower. Maybe this is what

needed.

and he spins me around. When he pulls me back toward him, my

Her dark hair falls in waves around her shoulders, and she’s wearing

a strapless top and a flowing skirt. My muscles tense as her eyes lift

her eyes, and moves closer. “Abby, I didn’t expect to

can tell by her tone that she would rather she didn’t. And I wish she