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 desperate to

it seem like the divorce was all my fault?

gather in

hand sliding down my

about Adam and me, and I plan

pulls me close until our chests are tight

soft hair. A moan

around his

I move my hand between us and run it

bemused look. “I think the

let my hand fall to my side and give him

I look sideways at him.

he was

“No worries,” I say.

kiss on the

that happen to you

if I

“Oh.”

room, leaving me alone on the

walk

I know it’s not his fault, but

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

carefully on the bedside table. I

bed

sheets are cool on my hot skin, and I snuggle down

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

on top of me. The heat of his gaze,

hardness against me.

frown and turn over in bed. I can’t think about

away without a

image from forming in my mind.

chest. The feel of him beneath me, and the sound of

makes heat flow through me again and I press my

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

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