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?”

of genuine

your fault.”

that memory still raw. “You broke my heart,

moment, lost in memories of what once was.

shared

“I know, Abby. And I

in surprise, staring

it up to you,” he repeats,

air between us cr ackles with tension. My mind races, torn between the pain of our past and the

across from me. I wonder if he’s really changed or if this

in his commitment

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

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

we stand close to one another, I’m suddenly reminded of my dream from

even brighter shade of red than it already

smirks. I feel his broad hands wrap around my upper arms, giving me a

as he begins to backpedal me toward the wall. “What’s wrong?”

face got

away to dispel the images of myself riding

ecstasy. “Nothing,” I mutter.

the wall come up behind me, leaving me with nowhere

or my anger for Adam, but I’m not so sure if I would want to leave if I could. I find myself tilting

Karl leans down and brushes his lips across

chill down my

that you wanted this, Abby,” he murmurs. “I know you’ve missed me. Adam can’t hold

what you and

right. The wetness between my legs only further proves that point. I

each other

and for the first time in three years, I need to have sex with someone who

as I

hate Karl for what he did to me all those

after our divorce is a testament

my waist, though, making me shiver and momentarily

what he did, for the

you, Abby,” he murmurs. “And

wants to give in and let this happen, but I

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

me

go,” I murmur,

eyes searching mine