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?

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

about me? Did he somehow make it seem like the

tension gather in

down and kisses me hard, his hand sliding down my back

Adam and me, and I

kiss, and he pulls me close until our chests are

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

legs around his

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

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

my side and give him a disappointed

sideways at him.

he

“No worries,” I say.

sloppy kiss on the cheek and falls back

to you

if I

“Oh.”

back through the room,

glass of water before I stand up and walk over to

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

the bed. He still has his glass of water in

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

bed next to

cool on my hot skin, and I snuggle down next

but it just won’t come, even when my

it, I’m thinking about him on top of me. The heat of his

hardness against me.

about having sex with him while my fiancé

without a

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

the sound of his low moans. Just the thought

makes heat flow through me again and I press my

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

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