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

when we were getting

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

women

don’t I feel anything when

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

go on a date,

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

chest, swaying our hips.

food. He works in the restaurant business. He’s kind, fun and he genuinely cares

account, he should be the perfect

thing lacking

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

every time. Is it wrong to expect fireworks?

the media just

though, I’m starting to worry that sex really is important to me, and I don’t

are you thinking about?” he says in my ear, his lips dragging down

lips. “I was

drags his hand down my hip.

we’re swaying, slightly off-beat, to

murmurs

my head to the side, and he kisses me. Already

breaths even with the loud music. A distant part of me wonders if

me, but a quick glance at the room shows that

this. Shifters aren’t so embarrassed by public displays of

kisses me. I lean closer and deepen

smiles against my mouth. Heat gathers in

needed.

When he pulls me

hair falls in waves around her

flowing skirt.

no light in her eyes, and moves

by her tone that she would