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?

over, her calling me disloyal. I’m desperate to know what she meant.

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

tension gather in

sliding down my back

and Karl from my mind. Tonight’s about Adam and me,

deepen the kiss, and he pulls me close until our chests are tight together.

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

legs around his

isn’t hard yet. I move my hand between

bemused look. “I think the

my hand fall to my side and

look sideways at him. He’s grinning up

he was

“No worries,” I say.

on the cheek and falls back against

to

“Sometimes if I drink

“Oh.”

the room, leaving

and walk over

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

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

the bedside table. I turn off the music

bed

sheets are cool on my hot skin,

even when my

thinking about him on top of me. The heat

hardness against me.

bed. I can’t think about having sex

away without a care in the

the image from forming in my mind. Flipping him over and running my

him beneath me, and the sound

flow through me again and I press my

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

against me, and I shift so