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?

hear it over and over, her calling me disloyal. I’m

about me? Did he somehow make it seem like the divorce was all

gather in my

hand sliding down my back to cup my

about Adam and me, and I plan to live

me close until

my fingers into his soft hair. A moan

legs around

yet. I move my hand between us and run it over

me a bemused look. “I think the

let my hand fall to my side and give him a

at him. He’s

didn’t realize he was that

“No worries,” I say.

kiss on the cheek and falls back

to you often?” I

shrugs. “Sometimes if I drink too

“Oh.”

wanders back through the room, leaving me alone on the bed. I watch

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

I know it’s not his fault,

return to the room, he’s passed out on the bed.

carefully on the bedside table. I turn off

into bed

sheets are cool on my hot skin,

won’t come, even when my eyes feel heavy. Karl slips

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

hardness against me.

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

without a

I can’t stop the image from forming in my

chest. The feel of him beneath me, and the

flow through me again

as I lean down to

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