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.

your fault.”

my gaze, the pain of that

for a moment, lost in memories of what

words, the weight of our shared

“I know, Abby. And I

blink in surprise, staring at him. “You…

it up to you,” he repeats,

tension. My mind races, torn

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

his commitment

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

moment, I’m transported back to a time when

I’m suddenly reminded of my dream from last

brighter shade of red than it

his broad hands wrap around my upper arms,

toward the wall. “What’s wrong?”

face got all

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

ecstasy. “Nothing,” I mutter.

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

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

leans down and brushes his lips across

down

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

you and

between

other before, want to make my dream

time in three years, I need to

for me as I have for

for what he did to me all those

divorce is a testament

to run his hands along my waist, though,

for the lies that he

Abby,” he murmurs. “And you

give in and let this happen, but I know I can’t, for multiple reasons.

all. And second of all, I can’t forgive Karl. Not after

feel the pull of his lips drawing me closer, clarity strikes.

you need to go,” I murmur,

stunned, his eyes