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

your fault.”

gaze, the pain of that memory still raw.

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

our shared past pressing

And I want to

staring at him.

make it up to you,” he repeats, leaning

us cr ackles with tension. My mind races, torn between

I wonder if he’s really changed or if this

in his commitment

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

lips, and for a moment, I’m transported back to

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

red than it

hands wrap

me toward the

got

swallow and look away to dispel the images of myself riding on top of him, throwing my

ecstasy. “Nothing,” I mutter.

up behind me, leaving me

or my anger for Adam, but I’m not so sure if I would want to

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

chill down

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

you and I

right. The wetness between

to relive what we felt for each other before, want to

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

me as I have

did to me all those years

after our divorce is a testament

to run his hands along my waist, though,

did, for the lies

Abby,” he murmurs. “And you miss me,

wants to give in and let this happen, but

all. And second of all,

lips drawing me closer,

to go,” I murmur,

his eyes searching mine for answers.