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.

shiny black dress shoes and a crisp white shirt.

women have

I feel anything when our bodies are pressed so

to drag him home and tear his clothes off. He did all this for me, set

a date, and he’s

much better dancer than me. I twirl away from him

chest, swaying our hips.

loves food. He works in the restaurant business. He’s kind, fun and

that into account, he should be the

one thing lacking

all-consuming passion between us. Sure, it’s

same every time. Is it wrong to expect fireworks? Is sex

movies and the media just fed me

sex really is important to me, and I don’t

he says in my ear, his lips

part my lips. “I was just listening to

my hip. My back is still

swaying, slightly

he murmurs into

to the side, and he kisses me. Already this

even with the loud music.

me, but a quick glance at the room shows that

Shifters aren’t so

I lean closer and deepen the kiss. He drags his

in my stomach, moving

needed.

he pulls me back toward him, my eyes

around her shoulders, and she’s wearing a

and a flowing skirt. My muscles

no light in her eyes, and

tell by her tone that she would rather she