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 to know

it seem like the divorce was all my

tension gather in my

hard, his hand sliding down my

about Adam and me, and I

kiss, and he pulls me close until our chests are tight together. He drags

I curl my fingers into his soft hair. A moan escapes him,

legs around

against him, but he isn’t hard yet. I move my hand between us

and gives me a bemused look. “I think the

my hand fall to my side and

I look sideways at him. He’s grinning up at the

he was

“No worries,” I say.

the

that happen to you often?”

if I

“Oh.”

the room, leaving

walk over to the bathroom.

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

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

him, placing it carefully on the bedside table. I turn off the music

bed next to

cool on my hot skin,

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

before I know it, I’m thinking about him on top

hardness against me.

bed. I can’t think about having sex

a care in the

the image from forming in my mind. Flipping him

feel of him beneath me, and the sound of his low moans.

flow through me again and I press my thighs

of my thong as I lean down to kiss him. He

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