Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 28: Abby’s Disappointment
Abby

She just glares at me, then turns and slips back into the crowd. I watch her go until she reaches the

bar, where her friends are waiting for her.

“She doesn’t like me very much.”

“Yeah, I got that.” He wraps his arms around me when a slower song starts up, and we sway together.

“Don’t worry about her,” he says, when he notices I’m not as into dancing anymore. “Her opinion

doesn’t matter.”

“You’re right,” I say, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

I can’t seem to get her words out of her mind, though. Not even dancing can distract me. What did she

mean? I was always loyal to Karl. He’s the one who left me, which everyone seems to forget. Why

would she feel the need to warn Adam about me?

It just doesn’t add up. Clearly, there’s something I don’t know.

Adam opens the front door, and we stumble in. Both of us are laughing as we struggle to get the door

closed behind us.

I place my purse down on one of the glass side tables as Adam crosses the room. He pulls me into his

arms, and we sway to the music. I smile up at him.

Other than my brief confrontation with Tiffany, tonight has been the perfect night. I danced until my feet

hurt. I had way too many amazing drinks, and I even think I saw one of my favorite movie stars in the

bathroom. It’s maybe the greatest date I’ve ever been on. So why can’t I get Tiffany’s words out of my

mind?

me disloyal. I’m desperate

he somehow make it seem like the divorce was all my fault? The unfairness of

tension gather in my

leans down and kisses me hard, his hand sliding down my

Adam and me, and

close until

while I curl my fingers into his soft hair. A moan

legs around his

I move

pulls away and gives me a bemused look.

fall to my

at

didn’t realize he was

“No worries,” I say.

sloppy kiss on the cheek and falls back

to

shrugs. “Sometimes if I drink

“Oh.”

rolls out of bed and wanders back through the room,

up and walk over to the bathroom. I close the door

heavy. I know it’s not his

room, he’s passed out on the bed. He still has his glass of water

from him, placing it carefully on the bedside table.

bed

cool on my hot skin,

asleep, but it just won’t come, even when my

it, I’m thinking about him on top of

hardness against me.

and turn over in bed. I can’t think about having sex with him while my fiancé lies right next

without a

image from forming in my mind. Flipping him over

the sound of his low moans. Just the thought of

me again and I

fingers trace the edge of my thong as I lean down to kiss him. He

against me, and I shift so I’m straddling him. I roll my