Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0315

Karl

“Come on, let’s dance.” This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Shana’s hand slips into mine, her fingers delicate and warm as she pulls me away from Abby. I’m still

at a loss for words, both stunned and unbelievably proud of Abby standing up against Emily and her

little gang of mean girls. But as soon as it was over, Shana pulled me away, and I didn’t even have a

chance to say goodbye to Abby.

And, god, she looks so stunning in her dress. The white reflects the light like a freshwater pearl, the

beading creating little rainbows as the lights over the dancefloor land on her. The plunging neckline

flatters her in an elegant yet sexy way, and when I got a glimpse of the low back earlier when she

turned away to tell off Emily and the other Lunas, I had to look away before my face turned a bright

shade of red.

But I shouldn’t be thinking about her. I’m with Shana now, and she looks beautiful, too. It would be

wrong of me to be looking at my ex-wife when I’m with another woman.

And yet, as we step onto the dance floor, I can’t help but feel a pang of unease beginning to blossom in

my chest. I wonder if she’s upset about our conversation with Abby, but the way she smiles at me as

we begin to dance makes me wonder.

The soft strains of music surround us, and we begin to sway to the rhythm. Shana’s graceful

movements and the way her red hair catches the dim light create an enchanting atmosphere. Despite

my initial concerns, the dance is surprisingly comfortable, and we fall into a smooth rhythm.

But neither of us speaks. It’s not a comfortable silence, either. Instead, it feels as though we just…

have nothing to talk about. And it’s not the first time tonight that it’s felt that way.

After a while, however, Shana finally breaks the silence. “Karl, can I ask you something?”

I meet her gaze, a bit apprehensive. God, here it is; she’s going to tell me off for talking to my ex-wife.

But I couldn’t help it. Was I rude earlier when I excused myself to go say hello to Abby? Shit, of course

I was. I acted like a jerk. And now she’s standing here, staring at me, waiting for me to say something.

“Of course, Shana,” I finally manage. “What’s on your mind?”

She studies me for a moment, her eyes searching my face before she takes a deep breath and speaks.

“Do you still love Abby?”

Her question catches me off guard, and I hesitate. “I, um…”

“Be honest,” she says. “I can tell if you’re lying. I’m not an idiot, you know.”

“I...I don’t know, Shana,” I finally admit, realizing that she’s right: there’s no use in lying. “Abby and I…

We’ve been through a lot, and things have changed.”

I shift uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond. “Well, we do share a history, but that doesn’t mean…”

Shana’s smile only widens, and she cuts through my hesitation. “Karl, it’s okay,” she says, giving my

shoulder a squeeze. “You don’t have to deny it. Sometimes, the heart knows what it wants.” Updated at

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