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

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

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

looks. Several women have turned to look at

why don’t I feel anything when our bodies

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

date,

me. I twirl away from him and then he pulls me back against

chest, swaying our hips.

loves food. He works in the restaurant business. He’s

of that into account, he should be

one thing lacking is

all-consuming passion between us. Sure,

it wrong to expect fireworks? Is sex like

fulfilling relationship, or have movies and the media

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

thinking about?” he says in

lips. “I was just

down my hip. My back is

swaying, slightly

murmurs into my

and he kisses me. Already this is better

with the loud music. A distant part of

at the room shows that we’re

so embarrassed by public displays of

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

mouth. Heat gathers in my

needed.

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

falls in waves around her

combo, with a strapless top and a flowing skirt. My muscles tense as

there’s no light in her eyes, and

would rather she didn’t. And