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 in

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

women have turned to look

anything when our bodies are

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

I wanted to go on a date, and

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

chest, swaying our hips.

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

that into account, he

thing lacking

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

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

fulfilling relationship, or have movies and the media just fed

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

about?” he says in my ear, his lips dragging

lips. “I was

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

slightly off-beat, to

murmurs

he kisses me. Already

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

quick glance at the room shows that we’re not

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

me back around and kisses me. I lean closer and deepen the

smiles against my mouth. Heat gathers in my

needed.

me around. When he pulls me back

in waves around her

with a strapless top and a flowing skirt. My muscles tense as her eyes lift

in her eyes, and moves closer. “Abby, I didn’t

tone that she would rather she didn’t. And I wish she