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

we were getting ready earlier. He’s dressed in

and a crisp white shirt. I’m not

he looks. Several women have turned

why don’t I feel anything when our bodies are pressed so close

drag him home and tear his clothes off. He

him I wanted to go on a date, and he’s

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

chest, swaying our hips.

loves food. He works in the restaurant business. He’s kind, fun and he genuinely cares about

account, he should

thing lacking is

between us. Sure, it’s fine. He certainly knows what

but it’s the same every time. Is it wrong to expect fireworks? Is

and the media just fed me lies my entire

important to me, and I don’t know how

he says in my ear, his lips dragging

“I was just

hand down my hip. My back is still pressed to his

slightly off-beat, to

murmurs

to the side, and he kisses me. Already this is better

even with the loud music. A distant part of

at the room shows

aren’t so embarrassed by public

around and kisses me. I lean closer and deepen the kiss. He

mouth. Heat gathers in my stomach, moving lower.

needed.

When he pulls me back toward him, my eyes land on a

waves around her

strapless top and a flowing skirt. My muscles tense as her eyes

light in her eyes, and

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