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?”

a look of genuine remorse. “I know. Over something that wasn’t

your fault.”

that memory still raw. “You broke my

in memories of what once was. The atmosphere

the weight of our shared past pressing in from

And I

surprise, staring

make it up to you,”

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

wonder if he’s really changed or

in his commitment

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

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

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

brighter shade of red than

hands wrap

me toward the wall.

face got all

myself riding on

ecstasy. “Nothing,” I mutter.

feel the wall come up behind me,

so sure if I would want to leave if I could. I find myself tilting

slightly, exposing my neck. Karl leans down and brushes his lips across my skin.

down my

murmurs. “I know you’ve missed me. Adam

you and I

Karl is right. The wetness between my

other before, want to make my dream a

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

me as I have

hate Karl for what he did to me all those years ago. The fact that

our divorce is

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

what he did, for

miss you, Abby,” he murmurs. “And you miss

Half of me wants to give in and let this happen, but I know I

second of

of his lips drawing me closer, clarity strikes. I push

go,” I murmur,

his eyes