Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 31: Tiffany Tells All
Abby

I feel him tense the moment the words leave my mouth. I want to take them back as silence stretches

between us. He doesn’t seem to know what to say, and I avoid looking up at him. His hand falls off my

shoulder.

“No, but I’m guessing you do if you’re bringing it up.”

“I mean, maybe a little.”

He removes his arm from around my shoulder and moves to the side. I sit up and turn to look at him.

Maybe this wasn’t the best idea. There’s a blank look on his face, and I can tell he’s trying to hide his

emotions from me. It doesn’t take a genius to guess that I hurt his feelings.

I force myself not to play it off. This is something that’s been bothering me for a while now. If we’re

going to get married, we need to be able to talk about it.

“Go on,” he says.

I swallow. “I just… I feel like we don’t try new things,” I blurt out. “Everything is always the same. It feels

like we’re just going through the motions, working toward the end goal, when we should be passionate

and loving.”

“So you’re saying I’m not good at sex?” Adam asks, his voice beginning to sound a bit defensive.

I shake my head. “No, not at all!” I reassure him. I reach for him, but he pulls away, and I swallow

again. “I’m just saying that I’d like to try new things with you. I… I don’t know. Go d, I wanna feel like I’m

in a movie sometimes! Like you just can’t keep your hands off of me! I want to feel wanted, like I’m

really yours, you know?”

Adam frowns and folds his arms across his chest. “No, I don’t know,” he says. “I thought that our sex

life was perfectly fine, and now you’re saying that it’s not good enough.”

“It’s not that it’s not good enough,” I say. “I just worry that we’re gonna get married, and we’ll turn into

one of those old married couples who never touch each other.

There’s a long, palpable silence between us. Both of us can only stare at each other incredulously

before Adam finally speaks up. When he does, I can feel my heart sink.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” he bites out, his jaw tense.

I wring my hands. “I just think maybe our sex life isn’t as exciting as it could be. And sex is really

important to me, so…”

“Wow, okay.” He stands up before I can finish, crossing his arms over his chest. I look up at him. This

couldn’t be going any worse. “I didn’t realize I was such a bore.”

“I didn’t say that.”

He shakes his head. “You didn’t have to.”

“Come on, don’t take it personally.”

“How am I supposed to take it?” he yells, making me jump. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him yell before,

I clearly struck

don’t need to get so upset,” I say. “I’m just trying to tell you how I feel. We should

sorts of

head and stalks out of

follow him. He puts on his

reaching for him. “It’s

later,” he says. He can’t seem to

…

sink into the booth across from her. We’re

them lately, and luckily Leah

but she made me promise to fill her

The Beach here,” she says, sipping

sangria. “I can’t stand them,”

have questionable

give a dry laugh. “Don’t

with the whole Karl and John situation, but I

night. I feel bad if I hurt his feelings, but that doesn’t mean

and a little frustrated. Is he going to leave

anything and let the feeling grow and grow

thinking so intensely about over there?”

shoulders.

going

head and drink more. “Why does everything have to go to sh it all at

juggle Karl and Adam and my

to figure his s hit out. Your restaurant will be fine, I

missing something with Adam? I thought things

thing.”

I brought that up

She leans forward. “Something tells me that didn’t

think our relationship could use more

I really hurt

head. “Oh, you

I haven’t heard from

“What a prima donna.”

as shole here? Should I have just

you’re not the good guy, but you’re not the bad guy either. Sometimes you have to be

queen of those who

she gives the best

what I thought,

“So, should I apologize?”

can apologize for hurting his feelings, but you shouldn’t apologize for being honest about how

stuff about their performance in bed

anything about his

“You implied it.”

my hands and groan. “G od,

bed,” Leah says. “And

my head. “That’s not true,” I respond. “Adam is great.

much as

like?” Leah asks. “What do

industry?”

a few moments, thinking. In fact, now that I

He doesn’t like to read. He

and nature walks on Sunday

is nothing,” Leah says

“I never said that.”

at her, my vision slightly blurred from rubbing my eyes so hard.

did.”

half laugh. “I guess I

He’ll come around. He probably just needs some time to

over

“And if he doesn’t?”

not the

I nod. “You’re right.”