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

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

with shiny black dress shoes and a crisp

how great he looks. Several women have turned to look at

why don’t I feel anything when our bodies are

should want to drag him home and tear his clothes off. He

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

than me. I twirl away from him and then

chest, swaying our hips.

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

of that into account, he

the one thing lacking is our sex

just no intense, all-consuming passion between us. Sure, it’s fine. He certainly knows what

every time. Is it wrong to expect

have movies and the media

though, I’m starting to worry that sex really is important to me, and I

he says in my ear,

“I was

and drags his hand down my hip. My back is

we’re swaying, slightly off-beat, to the

murmurs into my

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

the

but a quick glance at the room shows that we’re not the

Shifters aren’t so embarrassed by public displays

around and kisses me. I lean closer and deepen

Heat gathers in my stomach, moving lower. Maybe this is

needed.

spins me around. When he pulls me

around her shoulders, and she’s wearing a

with a strapless top and a flowing skirt.

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

tell by her tone that she would rather