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?”

by a look of genuine

your fault.”

lower my gaze, the pain of that memory still

for a moment, lost in memories of what

of our shared past pressing

know, Abby. And

in surprise, staring at him.

want to make it up to you,”

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

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

his commitment

once so familiar, now hold a hint of mystery. His

for a moment, I’m transported back to a time when we

one another, I’m suddenly reminded

brighter shade of red than

his broad hands wrap around my upper arms, giving

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

face got all

look away to dispel the images of myself riding on top

ecstasy. “Nothing,” I mutter.

wall come up behind me, leaving me with nowhere

not so sure if I would want to leave if I could.

leans down and brushes his lips across my skin. His

chill down

“I know you’ve missed me. Adam can’t hold a

you

wrenches; Karl is right. The wetness between

for each other before, want to make my dream a

three years, I need to

as I have

for what he did to me all those

divorce

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

he did, for the lies that

you, Abby,” he murmurs. “And you miss

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

first of all. And second of all, I

feel the pull of his lips drawing me

you need to go,” I murmur, looking

looks stunned, his eyes searching mine for