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?”

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

your fault.”

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

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

of our shared past pressing

Abby. And I

staring at

to make it up to

mind races, torn between the

wonder if he’s really changed

his

are inches apart now. His eyes, once so familiar, now hold a hint of mystery.

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

to one another, I’m suddenly reminded of

red than it already was

hands wrap around my upper arms, giving me

toward the wall. “What’s wrong?” he

got

to dispel the images of myself riding on top

ecstasy. “Nothing,” I mutter.

the wall come up behind me, leaving me with nowhere

I would want

my neck. Karl leans down and brushes his lips across my skin.

chill down

he murmurs. “I know you’ve missed me. Adam can’t hold a

what you

The wetness between my

each other before, want to

for the first time in three years, I need to have sex with someone who has just as

for me as

Karl for what he did

divorce is a

run his hands along my waist,

he did, for the lies

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

wants to give in and let this happen, but

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

lips drawing me closer, clarity strikes. I push

you need to go,” I murmur,

stunned, his eyes searching mine for