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

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

and a crisp

women have

why don’t I feel anything when our

should want to drag him home and tear his clothes off. He did all this for me, set all of this

told him I wanted to go on a date,

dancer than me. I twirl away from him and then he pulls me

chest, swaying our hips.

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

all of that into account, he should be the perfect

thing lacking is our sex

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

every time. Is it wrong to expect fireworks?

have movies and the media just fed me lies my

is important to me, and I don’t know how

he says in my ear,

part my lips. “I was just listening to

his hand down my hip.

swaying, slightly off-beat, to

he murmurs into

my head to the side, and he kisses me. Already this is better than normal. The heat

I can hear my harsh breaths even with the loud music.

me, but a quick glance at the room shows that we’re not the only

this. Shifters aren’t so

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

in my stomach, moving lower. Maybe

needed.

he pulls me back toward him,

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

strapless top and a flowing skirt. My muscles

no light in her eyes, and

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