Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 27: Dancing the Night Away
The kitchen doors swing open, and I pull my hand away from Karl’s. It’s Ethan.

I don’t know why I feel like I’ve been caught doing something I shouldn’t. Ethan doesn’t seem to notice

as he crosses the room and picks up the cup.

“Thanks,” he says, his voice sounding groggy. “I really needed this.”

He heads for the office, and I look back at Karl, deciding that it’s best if we just pretend that what just

happened between us never happened at all. “You’ll be doing the same as yesterday. Besides, there is

no need for such closeness between employee and boss,” I say coldly, restraining my desire to be

close to him.

He nods and walks away, his shoulders slightly tense. I watch him go for a moment before I force

myself to turn away. It’s a good thing that Ethan walked in, I think.

I have to get the passion back with Adam as soon as possible, just like Leah said.

The next day, Adam picks me up at my apartment, and we take a taxi to a local hotel. “Would you like

to dance, or would you like a drink first?” Adam asks, leaning down to talk in my ear.

I grin. “Dance. Then drinks. Then more dancing.”

He returns my smile and leads me out onto the dance floor. He spins me around and I can’t help my

giddy laugh. I’ve always loved to dance. Even though I’m not particularly good at it, I find it so freeing.

It’s one of those things I’ve always done just for the pure enjoyment of it.

Adam pulls me close, and we sway together. He smells good, like sandalwood and a bit like my

shampoo, which he must have used when we were getting ready earlier. He’s dressed in

with shiny black dress shoes and a crisp white shirt. I’m not the

women have turned

anything when our bodies are

and tear his clothes off. He did

wanted to go on a date, and he’s especially handsome

a much better dancer than me. I twirl away from him and then

chest, swaying our hips.

in the restaurant business. He’s kind, fun and he genuinely cares

account, he should be the

thing lacking is

all-consuming passion between us. Sure,

the same every time. Is it wrong to expect fireworks? Is sex like that even necessary

fulfilling relationship, or have movies and the

that sex really is important to me, and I

thinking about?” he says in

my lips. “I was just listening to the

my hip. My back is still

we’re swaying, slightly

he murmurs

me.

my harsh breaths even with the loud music. A distant part of me wonders

glance at the room shows that

so

I lean closer and deepen

Heat gathers in

needed.

away slightly and he spins me around. When he

dark hair falls in waves around her shoulders, and

top and a flowing skirt. My muscles tense

in her eyes, and moves closer. “Abby, I didn’t expect to

that she would rather she didn’t. And I wish she didn’t,