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

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

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

looks. Several women have turned to

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

off. He did all this for me,

on a date, and

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

chest, swaying our hips.

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

into account, he should be the perfect man for

lacking

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

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

or have movies and the

worry that sex really is important to me, and

says in my ear, his lips dragging down

“I was just listening to the

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

we’re swaying, slightly off-beat,

murmurs into

kisses me. Already this is better than normal. The heat settles

even with the loud music. A

should embarrass me, but a quick glance at the room shows that we’re

aren’t so embarrassed by

lean closer and deepen the kiss.

gathers in my stomach, moving lower. Maybe this

needed.

When he pulls me back

Her dark hair falls in waves around her shoulders, and she’s

top and a flowing skirt. My muscles tense as her

there’s no light in her eyes, and moves closer. “Abby, I

would