Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 44: The Truth
Abby

The door to my office clicks shut, its noise echoing in the room, serving as a final punctuation to Karl’s

exit.

I watch him go, and the residue of our past, thick with pain and longing, clings to me, making it hard to

breathe.

A sigh escapes me as I lean back into my chair, the cool leather pressing against my back, providing a

temporary relief.

The whiff of the past and our complicated relationship is still strong in the air. Passing a hand over my

face, I let the sensation of touch distract me momentarily. How I wish things could be different, simpler.

But my heart is still entangled with Adam’s, and the thought of ending it leaves me adrift in a sea of

uncertainty. I haven’t made my decision yet; I love Adam. He’s been my rock for a long time now. We

have plenty in common, and he’s sweet and caring…

But he just doesn’t seem to have the same passion for me as I would hope he would. He’s sweet, yes,

but I don’t feel like a priority in his life.

I want him to want me; I want him to get angry and jealous over Karl, I want him to have sex with me, I

want him to show up when he says he will because he can’t get enough of me. And yet here I am, a

ring on my finger, and he can hardly make time for me. It makes me feel worthless.

Then there’s Karl. Sweet Karl. He’s changed so much recently. He’s become kinder, more

understanding. He still has his rough edges, his undeniable Alpha attitude, but that’s what I like about

him.

But he divorced me. His words may be dripping with sweetness now, but nothing can erase that fact.

My phone vibrates on my desk, its sudden intrusion breaking through my thoughts. The screen displays

Leah’s name. Picking it up, I answer, “Hey.”

“Abby, Chloe told me about what happened. Not just with Adam, but… your burn. Are you okay?”

I glance down at my arm, the scarlet mark still raw and angry. “I’m fine now. Got the burn taken care

of,” I reply, attempting to sound more upbeat than I feel.

but there’s also an

hesitate.

fall silent. How do you explain something you

sighs on the other end, as though reading

you. But…”

run back to

through me. Why does everyone assume I’d

they think of

stop myself, “everyone seems to believe I’ll just fall

between us. And besides, if I do decide to end things with Adam, I want to

to

she responds, a hint of hurt evident. “Okay,

we all

didn’t mean to snap. “I’m sorry, Leah,” I say, exhaustion from the

“It’s just… it’s

her voice. “I know, Abby. It’s okay. Want me to come

lips. “How about one of our weekly tea dates? With

those.”

avalanche of pastries?” Leah teases. “It’s a date.

me. “Thanks, Leah. It means a

me wrapped in my own thoughts once again. With a sigh, I decide to

for one last

…

lighting casts long, delicate shadows across the bar,

stillness,

sleek mahogany counter, cradling a half-filled glass of white wine,

providing a faint comfort.

through the speakers, a melancholy

the tables, the floor recently mopped, and a faint aroma of

the air. The setting is pristine, almost picture-perfect, but it feels hollow tonight.

missing its central

last night still haunt me. Adam’s biting words, the tension

questions. It feels like a chasm has formed overnight, swallowing the joy and comfort

relationship once held.

hardly notice the tap on

persistent. I turn, and for a split second, everything

“Adam.”

familiar eyes, usually so warm and inviting, look heavy with emotion. There’s a weight to

tension that immediately sets me on edge. The

halo around him, but it does little to alleviate the storm of emotions brewing

are you doing here?” The surprise in my

he says, carefully taking the seat next to me. The space between us

single spark could ignite an

wine to gather my thoughts. The cool liquid does little to temper the

don’t know if tonight’s the