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

your fault.”

gaze, the pain of that memory

moment, lost in memories of

our shared past

Abby. And I want to make it up to

in surprise, staring

want to make it up to you,”

cr ackles with tension. My mind races, torn between

me. I wonder if he’s really changed

his

eyes, once so familiar,

transported back to a time

another, I’m suddenly reminded of my dream from last week.

shade of red than it

broad hands wrap around my upper

the wall. “What’s wrong?” he

got

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

ecstasy. “Nothing,” I mutter.

I feel the wall come up behind me,

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

my neck. Karl leans down and brushes his lips across

chill down my

murmurs. “I know you’ve missed me. Adam

you and I

wetness between my legs only further proves that point.

what we felt for each other before, want to make my dream

need

as I have for

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

after our divorce is a testament

my waist, though,

he did, for the lies

he murmurs. “And you miss me, too. F uck

to give in and let this happen, but I know I can’t,

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

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

need to go,” I murmur,

looks stunned, his eyes searching mine for answers.