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

your fault.”

the pain of that memory still

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

shared past pressing in from

And I want to make it

blink in surprise, staring

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

ackles with tension. My mind races, torn

I wonder if he’s really changed

in his commitment

His eyes, once so familiar, now

moment, I’m transported back to a

I’m suddenly reminded of my dream from

red than it

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

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

got all

to dispel the images of myself riding on top of him,

ecstasy. “Nothing,” I mutter.

I feel the wall come up behind me, leaving

so sure if I would want to leave if I could. I

Karl leans down and brushes his lips across my skin. His touch

chill down

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

you

between my legs

to relive what we felt for each other before, want

first time in three years, I need to have sex with someone

as I have for

he did

dormant after our divorce is

hands along my waist, though, making me shiver

he did, for

murmurs. “And you miss me, too. F

and let this happen, but I know I

second of all, I can’t forgive Karl.

drawing me closer, clarity strikes. I push him

need to go,”

looks stunned, his eyes searching mine for