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

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

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

he looks. Several women have

why don’t I feel anything when our bodies

clothes off. He did all this for me, set all of

on a date, and

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

chest, swaying our hips.

in the restaurant business. He’s kind, fun

of that into account, he should be the perfect

the one thing lacking is our sex

no intense, all-consuming passion between us. Sure, it’s fine. He certainly knows

to expect fireworks? Is sex like

or have movies and the media just fed

starting to worry that sex really is important to me, and I don’t know

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

lips. “I was just listening to the

hand down my hip. My back is still pressed to his

swaying, slightly off-beat, to

murmurs into my

kisses me. Already this is better

the loud music.

at the room shows that we’re not the

Shifters aren’t so embarrassed

closer

gathers in my stomach, moving lower.

needed.

around. When he pulls me back toward him,

nearby. Her dark hair falls in waves around

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

there’s no light in her eyes, and moves closer. “Abby, I didn’t

by her tone that she would rather she didn’t. And