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?”

smirk fades, replaced by a look of genuine remorse. “I know. Over something that wasn’t

your fault.”

lower my gaze, the pain of that memory still raw.

in silence for a moment, lost in memories of

words, the weight of our shared past pressing in from all

Abby. And

blink in surprise, staring at him.

it up to

cr ackles with tension. My mind races, torn between

if he’s really changed or

his commitment

once so familiar, now hold a hint of mystery.

transported back to a time

we stand close to one another, I’m suddenly reminded

even brighter shade of red

hands wrap around my upper arms, giving me

the wall.

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,

I would want to leave if I could. I find myself tilting

and brushes his lips across my skin. His

down my

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

you

right. The wetness between my legs only further

for each other before, want to make

I need to have sex with

for me as

to hate Karl for what he did to me all those years ago. The fact

dormant after our divorce

along my waist, though, making me

for what he did, for the

“And you miss me, too. F

to give in and let

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

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

to go,”

looks stunned, his eyes searching mine for