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

used when we were getting ready earlier. He’s dressed in

a crisp white shirt. I’m not the only

women have turned

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

his clothes off. He did all this for me, set all of

to go on a date, and he’s

much better dancer than me. I twirl away from him and then he pulls me back

chest, swaying our hips.

business. He’s kind, fun and he

that into account, he should be the perfect man

thing lacking is our

all-consuming passion between us. Sure,

Is it wrong to expect fireworks? Is sex like that even

the media just fed me

worry that sex really is important to

he says in my ear, his lips dragging down my

“I was just listening

kisses my shoulder and drags his hand down my hip. My back

slightly off-beat, to

he murmurs

he kisses me.

and I can hear my harsh breaths even with the loud

me, but a quick glance at

so embarrassed by public displays

back around and kisses me. I lean closer and deepen the kiss. He drags his hands

gathers in my stomach, moving lower. Maybe

needed.

pull away slightly and he spins me around. When he pulls me back toward him,

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

skirt. My muscles tense as

no light in her eyes, and moves

would rather she didn’t. And