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?

her calling me disloyal. I’m

me? Did he somehow make it seem like the

tension gather

leans down and kisses me hard, his hand sliding down my back to cup

Karl from my mind. Tonight’s about Adam and me, and I plan to live in the

pulls me close until our chests are tight together. He drags

I curl my fingers into his soft hair. A

legs around

yet. I move my hand between

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

let my hand fall to my side and give him a

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

didn’t realize he was

“No worries,” I say.

kiss on the cheek and

that happen to you often?” I

shrugs. “Sometimes if I

“Oh.”

of bed and wanders back through the room, leaving me

before I stand up and walk over to

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

bed. He still has his glass of water in

it from him, placing it carefully on the bedside table.

bed next

cool on my hot skin, and I snuggle down next

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

I’m thinking about him on top of me.

hardness against me.

and turn over in bed. I can’t think about having sex with him

away without a care in

can’t stop the image from forming in my mind. Flipping him over and running my fingers over

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

makes heat flow through me again and I press my thighs

lean down to kiss him. He

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