Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 28: Abby’s Disappointment
Abby

She just glares at me, then turns and slips back into the crowd. I watch her go until she reaches the

bar, where her friends are waiting for her.

“She doesn’t like me very much.”

“Yeah, I got that.” He wraps his arms around me when a slower song starts up, and we sway together.

“Don’t worry about her,” he says, when he notices I’m not as into dancing anymore. “Her opinion

doesn’t matter.”

“You’re right,” I say, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

I can’t seem to get her words out of her mind, though. Not even dancing can distract me. What did she

mean? I was always loyal to Karl. He’s the one who left me, which everyone seems to forget. Why

would she feel the need to warn Adam about me?

It just doesn’t add up. Clearly, there’s something I don’t know.

Adam opens the front door, and we stumble in. Both of us are laughing as we struggle to get the door

closed behind us.

I place my purse down on one of the glass side tables as Adam crosses the room. He pulls me into his

arms, and we sway to the music. I smile up at him.

Other than my brief confrontation with Tiffany, tonight has been the perfect night. I danced until my feet

hurt. I had way too many amazing drinks, and I even think I saw one of my favorite movie stars in the

bathroom. It’s maybe the greatest date I’ve ever been on. So why can’t I get Tiffany’s words out of my

mind?

over and over, her calling me disloyal. I’m

me? Did he somehow make it seem like the

gather in my

me hard, his hand sliding down my back to cup my asc s.

my mind. Tonight’s about Adam and me, and I plan

kiss, and he pulls me close until our chests are tight

my neck while I curl my fingers into his soft hair. A

around his

wiggle against him, but he isn’t hard yet. I move my hand

and gives me a bemused look. “I think the alcohol is getting

my hand fall to my side and give him a disappointed

at him. He’s grinning up at

didn’t realize he was that

“No worries,” I say.

gives me a sloppy kiss on the

that happen to

if I drink

“Oh.”

bed and wanders back through the room, leaving me alone on the bed. I watch him

walk over to the bathroom. I close the door behind me

heavy. I know it’s not his fault,

the bed. He still

it carefully on the bedside table. I turn off the

bed next

hot skin, and I snuggle down next

but it just won’t come, even when my eyes feel

before I know it, I’m thinking about him on top of me. The heat of his gaze, and his

hardness against me.

frown and turn over in bed. I can’t think about having sex with him

a care in the

I can’t stop the image from forming in my mind. Flipping him over and running

of him beneath me, and the sound of his low

he made makes heat flow through me again and

as I lean down to

gut as I feel him harden against me, and I shift so I’m straddling him. I roll