Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

#Chapter 28: Abby’s Disappointment

Abby

She just glares at me, then turns and slips back into the crowd. I watch her go until she reaches the

bar, where her friends are waiting for her.

“She doesn’t like me very much.”

“Yeah, I got that.” He wraps his arms around me when a slower song starts up, and we sway together.

“Don’t worry about her,” he says, when he notices I’m not as into dancing anymore. “Her opinion

doesn’t matter.”

“You’re right,” I say, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

I can’t seem to get her words out of her mind, though. Not even dancing can distract me. What did she

mean? I was always loyal to Karl. He’s the one who left me, which everyone seems to forget. Why

would she feel the need to warn Adam about me?

It just doesn’t add up. Clearly, there’s something I don’t know.

Adam opens the front door, and we stumble in. Both of us are laughing as we struggle to get the door

closed behind us.

I place my purse down on one of the glass side tables as Adam crosses the room. He pulls me into his

arms, and we sway to the music. I smile up at him.

Other than my brief confrontation with Tiffany, tonight has been the perfect night. I danced until my feet

hurt. I had way too many amazing drinks, and I even think I saw one of my favorite movie stars in the

bathroom. It’s maybe the greatest date I’ve ever been on. So why can’t I get Tiffany’s words out of my

mind?

I hear it over and over, her calling me disloyal. I’m desperate to know what she meant. What did Karl

say about me? Did he somehow make it seem like the divorce was all my fault? The unfairness of it

makes tension gather in my chest.

Adam leans down and kisses me hard, his hand sliding down my back to cup my ass. I push thoughts

of Tiffany and Karl from my mind. Tonight’s about Adam and me, and I plan to live in the moment.

I deepen the kiss, and he pulls me close until our chests are tight together. He drags his other hand Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

along my neck while I curl my fingers into his soft hair. A moan escapes him, and I jump up, wrapping

my legs around his waist.

I wiggle against him, but he isn’t hard yet. I move my hand between us and run it over him, but nothing

happens.He pulls away and gives me a bemused look. “I think the alcohol is getting to me.”

“Oh?” I let my hand fall to my side and give him a disappointed look.

He rolls off me with a giggle. I look sideways at him. He’s grinning up at the ceiling. We’re both drunk. I

just didn’t realize he was that drunk.

“No worries,” I say.

He gives me a sloppy kiss on the cheek and falls back against his pillow.

“Does that happen to you often?” I ask.

He shrugs. “Sometimes if I drink too much.”

“Oh.”

He rolls out of bed and wanders back through the room, leaving me alone on the bed. I watch him fill

up a glass of water before I stand up and walk over to the bathroom. I close the door behind me and

take my time, disappointment sitting heavy. I know it’s not his fault, but it still sucks.

When I return to the room, he’s passed out on the bed. He still has his glass of water in his hand, and I

take it from him, placing it carefully on the bedside table. I turn off the music and the lights before

climbing into bed next to him.

The sheets are cool on my hot skin, and I snuggle down next to him.

I try to fall asleep, but it just won’t come, even when my eyes feel heavy. Karl slips into my thoughts

and before I know it, I’m thinking about him on top of me. The heat of his gaze, and his writhing

hardness against me.

I frown and turn over in bed. I can’t think about having sex with him while my fiancé lies right next to

me, snoring away without a care in the world.

But I can’t stop the image from forming in my mind. Flipping him over and running my fingers over his

muscular chest. The feel of him beneath me, and the sound of his low moans. Just the thought of the

sound he made makes heat flow through me again and I press my thighs together.

Karl's fingers trace the edge of my thong as I lean down to kiss him. He smiles against my mouth. Heat

pools in my gut as I feel him harden against me, and I shift so I’m straddling him. I roll my hips, eliciting

a low groan from him.

I move my hips again, and he tilts his head back, a lazy smile on his lips. He watches me rock against

him through half lidded eyes, and the sight of him like that is almost enough to drive me wild. I capture

his mouth again, running my tongue over his lips. Tiny shivers dance across my skin as he drags his

hands up beneath my shirt.

I move faster, heat moving lower as I ride him through his briefs. A low moan escapes me as he thrusts

his hips up.

He wraps his arm around my middle and turns us over, his hair falling across his forehead. I grip the

soft strands between my fingers as his mouth moves over mine. My lips part, and he deepens the kiss.

“Abby,” he murmurs, pulling away. His gaze meets mine, and he traces his fingers along my chin. “I

love you.” “I know,” I say.

He dips his head, a wide grin on his face. I arch my back as he kisses his way down my throat, and I

move to pull my shirt over my head. Well, his shirt. I stole it a while ago. He helps me get it off, then

pulls down my thong, throwing it off the side of the bed. I run my fingers along the waistband of his

briefs, and he shudders.

“I want these off,” I say.

He grins. “Your wish is my command.”

The dream plays over and over in my mind a few hours later as I shower and get ready for work. How

am I supposed to face Karl today? I can’t seem to stop blushing, and he isn’t even here. And why on

earth do I feel kind of sad that he’s not? I’m supposed to be pissed at him.

“Get it together,” I tell myself in the mirror. “It was just a dream. You hate Karl.”