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?

it over and over, her calling me disloyal. I’m desperate to know what

seem like the divorce was all my

gather in my

and kisses me hard, his hand sliding down my back to cup my asc s. I

Adam and me, and I plan

pulls me close until our chests are tight

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

around

hard yet. I move my hand between us

me a bemused look. “I think the

hand fall to my side and

me with a giggle. I look sideways at him. He’s

realize he was

“No worries,” I say.

gives me a sloppy kiss on the cheek and falls back

that happen to you often?”

shrugs. “Sometimes if I drink

“Oh.”

and wanders back through the room, leaving me

glass of water before I stand up and walk over to the bathroom. I close the door

sitting heavy. I know it’s not his fault,

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

bedside table. I turn

bed next

skin, and I

come, even

know it, I’m thinking about him on top of me. The heat of his gaze, and his

hardness against me.

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

a

my mind.

of him beneath me, and the sound

through me again and I

the edge of my thong as I lean down to kiss him. He smiles against

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