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. Over something that wasn’t

your fault.”

of that memory

moment, lost in memories of

words, the weight of our shared past

know, Abby. And

blink in surprise, staring at him. “You…

up to you,”

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

from me. I wonder if he’s really changed or if this is just another

his

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

I’m transported back to a time when we

reminded of my dream from last week. My face

red than

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

the wall. “What’s wrong?” he murmurs,

face got

images of myself riding on

ecstasy. “Nothing,” I mutter.

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

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

neck. Karl leans down and brushes his

down

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

what you

is right. The wetness between my legs only further

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

in three years, I need to have sex with someone who has just as

for me as I have

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

divorce

to run his hands along my waist, though, making me

he did, for

he murmurs. “And you miss me, too. F

let this happen, but I know I can’t, for

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

as I feel the pull of his lips drawing me closer, clarity strikes. I push him

to go,” I murmur, looking

his eyes searching mine