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?”

genuine remorse. “I know.

your fault.”

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

in memories of what once was. The atmosphere grows

weight of our shared past pressing

Abby. And I want to

in surprise, staring

make it up to you,” he repeats, leaning in

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

man sitting across from me. I wonder if

in his commitment

His eyes, once so familiar, now hold a hint

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

to one another, I’m suddenly reminded of my dream from last week. My

of red

I feel his broad hands wrap

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

got

to dispel the images of myself

ecstasy. “Nothing,” I mutter.

smirk widens. I feel the wall come up behind me,

if I

neck. Karl leans down and

down my

“I

what you

between my legs only further proves

relive what we felt for each other before, want to make my dream a reality.

time in three years, I need to have

me as I have for

I can’t. I’m supposed to hate Karl for what he did to me all those years

divorce is

begins to run his hands along my waist, though, making me shiver and momentarily

he did, for the lies that he

you, Abby,” he murmurs. “And you

and let this happen, but

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

me closer, clarity strikes. I push

go,”

looks stunned, his eyes searching