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

shoes and a crisp white shirt. I’m not the

looks. Several women have turned

anything when our

him home and tear his clothes off. He did all this for me, set all

on a date,

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

chest, swaying our hips.

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

into account, he should be

the one thing lacking is our

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

wrong to expect fireworks? Is sex like that even necessary for

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

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

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

my lips. “I was just listening

shoulder and drags his hand down my hip. My back is still pressed to his broad

we’re swaying, slightly

murmurs into

to the side, and he kisses me. Already this is

breaths even with the

glance at the room shows

aren’t so embarrassed

kisses me. I lean closer and deepen

in my stomach, moving lower. Maybe

needed.

around. When he

Her dark hair falls in waves around her shoulders, and

flowing skirt. My muscles tense as her

and moves closer.

that she would rather she didn’t. And I wish