Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 39: Candlelight Reprieve
Abby

The clinking of wine glasses fills the room as I lead Karl into my living room, gesturing toward the

elegantly set dining table.

“See?” I say, pointing out the various dishes, which I’ve rewarmed in the oven since I called Karl. “It’s

almost restaurant-worthy.”

“Almost?” He whistles appreciatively, his eyes scanning the assortment of dishes. “You really went all

out. What’s the special occasion?”

Glancing down at the black dress that clings to my frame, paired with heels that I’d picked out just for

tonight, I feel a flush of embarrassment rise into my cheeks. I knew I was overdressed for just Karl, but

it’s too late now.

“It was supposed to be a special evening… with Adam,” I admit.

Karl’s gaze turns inquisitive as he sips his wine. “And he’s…?”

“He canceled. Last minute,” I reply, feeling the sting of the memory. “Like he always does.”

He places his glass down with a sigh. “Abby, I’m sorry.”

I wave my hand dismissively, pushing the negativity aside. “Doesn’t matter now. Let’s eat.”

The next hour is filled with lighthearted conversation, punctuated by appreciative comments about the

food. We share anecdotes, stories of our own culinary adventures, and jokes about old times.

As we slowly make our way through bottle after bottle of wine, the room fills with the kind of warmth

that only alcohol and good company can bring.

“Never thought I’d see the day when you’d cook for someone else, and it wouldn’t be me,” Karl muses,

a slight slur in his voice.

I roll my eyes, but there’s a smile on my lips. “Well, maybe if someone hadn’t flaked on me so much…”

Karl smirks. “One thing I never did, Abby, was stand you up.”

I snort, feeling the wine making me bolder than usual. “True. But you did something worse. You

divorced me, remember?”

fades, replaced by a look of genuine remorse. “I know. Over something

your fault.”

lower my gaze, the pain of that memory still raw. “You broke

for a moment, lost in memories of what once was. The

of our shared past pressing in

silence. “I know, Abby. And I want

blink in surprise, staring

make it up to you,” he repeats,

mind races, torn between the pain of

if he’s

his commitment

are inches apart now. His eyes, once so familiar, now hold a hint

my lips, and for a moment, I’m transported back to a

reminded of my dream from last week. My face

even brighter shade of red than

feel his broad hands wrap around my

to backpedal me toward the wall. “What’s wrong?” he murmurs,

got

dispel the images of myself riding on top of him, throwing my

ecstasy. “Nothing,” I mutter.

wall come up behind me, leaving me with nowhere to

anger for Adam, but I’m not so sure if I would want to leave if I could.

and brushes his lips across

down my

that you wanted this, Abby,” he murmurs. “I know

you and I

right. The wetness between my legs only further proves

we felt for each other before, want to

I need to have sex with someone who has

as I have for

for what he did to me all those years ago.

divorce is a

hands along my waist, though, making me shiver and momentarily

did, for

miss you, Abby,” he murmurs. “And you miss me, too. F

let this happen, but I know I can’t, for multiple reasons.

to Adam, first of all. And second of all, I can’t

drawing me closer,

you need to go,”

stunned, his eyes searching mine for