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 remorse. “I know. Over

your fault.”

my gaze, the pain of that memory

silence for a moment, lost in memories

of our shared past pressing in from all

silence. “I know, Abby. And I

blink in surprise, staring at him.

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

cr ackles with tension. My mind races,

sitting across from me. I wonder if he’s really

in his commitment

so familiar, now hold a hint

for a moment, I’m transported

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

even brighter shade of red than

I feel his broad hands wrap around my

me toward the wall. “What’s wrong?”

face got

to dispel the images of myself riding on top of him, throwing my head

ecstasy. “Nothing,” I mutter.

the wall come up behind me, leaving

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

leans down and brushes

chill down

he murmurs. “I know you’ve missed me. Adam

what you and

right. The wetness between my legs only further proves that

want to relive what we felt for each other

need to have sex with someone who has just as

me as I

supposed to hate Karl for what he did to me all

our divorce is a testament

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

did, for

he murmurs. “And you miss me, too.

let this happen, but

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

of his lips drawing me closer, clarity strikes. I push

you need to go,” I

looks stunned, his eyes