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.

your fault.”

the pain of that memory still raw. “You broke my

lost in memories of what once was. The atmosphere

of our shared past pressing

know, Abby. And I want to make it up

in surprise, staring

up to you,”

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

if he’s really changed or if this is just

his

eyes, once so familiar, now hold a hint of

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

to one another, I’m suddenly reminded of my

of red

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

he begins to backpedal me toward the wall. “What’s

face got

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

ecstasy. “Nothing,” I mutter.

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

sure if I would want to leave if I could.

slightly, exposing my neck. Karl leans down and brushes his lips across my skin. His

chill down

that you wanted this, Abby,” he murmurs. “I

you and

is right. The wetness between my legs only

other before, want to make my dream a reality.

years, I need to have sex with someone who has just as

for me as I

what he did

after our divorce is

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

for what he did, for the lies that

Abby,” he murmurs. “And you

of me wants to give in and let this happen,

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

his lips drawing me closer, clarity strikes. I push him away gently but

need to go,” I murmur, looking

looks stunned, his eyes searching