Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 28

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?

I hear it over and over, her calling me disloyal. I’m desperate to know what she meant. What did Karl say about me? Did he somehow make it seem like the divorce was all my fault? The unfairness of it makes tension gather in my chest.

Adam leans down and kisses me hard, his hand sliding down my back to cup my ass. I push thoughts of Tiffany and Karl from my mind. Tonight’s about Adam and me, and I plan to live in the moment.

I deepen the kiss, and he pulls me close until our chests are tight together. He drags his other hand along my neck while I curl my fingers into his soft hair. A moan escapes him, and I jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist.

I wiggle against him, but he isn’t hard yet. I move my hand between us and run it over him, but nothing happens.He pulls away and gives me a bemused look. “I think the alcohol is getting to me.”

“Oh?” I let my hand fall to my side and give him a disappointed look.

He rolls off me with a giggle. I look sideways at him. He’s grinning up at the ceiling. We’re both drunk. I just didn’t realize he was that drunk.

“No worries,” I say.

He gives me a sloppy kiss on the cheek and falls back against his pillow.

“Does that happen to you often?” I ask.