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.

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

gather

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

mind. Tonight’s about Adam and me, and I plan to

kiss, and he pulls me close until our

I curl my fingers into his soft hair. A

legs around

yet. I move my hand between us

away and gives me a bemused look. “I think the alcohol

fall to my side and

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

didn’t realize he was that

“No worries,” I say.

a sloppy kiss on the

that happen to

“Sometimes if I drink too

“Oh.”

rolls out of bed and wanders back through the room, leaving

before I stand up and walk over to the bathroom. I close

sitting heavy. I know

on the bed. He still has his glass of water in his hand, and

the bedside table. I turn off the music and

into bed next

skin, and I snuggle down next

asleep, but it just won’t come, even when my eyes feel heavy. Karl slips into

thinking about him on top of me.

hardness against me.

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

snoring away without a care in

I can’t stop the image from forming in my mind. Flipping him over

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

made makes heat flow through me

lean down to kiss him. He smiles

and I shift so I’m straddling