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?”

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

your fault.”

of that memory still raw. “You broke

in silence for a moment, lost in memories of what once was. The atmosphere grows

our shared past pressing in from

know, Abby. And I want to make

staring at

want to make it up to you,” he repeats,

ackles with tension. My mind races,

from me. I wonder if he’s really

in his commitment

once so familiar, now hold

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

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

even brighter shade of red than it already

I feel his broad hands wrap

backpedal me toward the wall. “What’s wrong?”

face got

away to dispel the images of myself riding on

ecstasy. “Nothing,” I mutter.

I feel the wall come up behind

I’m not so sure if I would want to leave

leans down and brushes his

down

knew that you wanted this, Abby,” he murmurs. “I know you’ve missed

you and I

Karl is right. The wetness between

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

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

me as I

he did to me all those years ago. The fact

divorce is a testament to

hands along my waist, though,

for the lies

Abby,” he murmurs. “And you miss me, too. F

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

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

drawing me closer, clarity strikes. I

you need to go,” I murmur,

stunned, his eyes searching mine for