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.

concern, but there’s also an underlying tone that

hesitate.

explain something you don’t

on the other end, as though reading my thoughts. “Listen,

that I’m behind you. But…” she

run back to

through me. Why does everyone assume I’d go running back to him? Is

think of

seems to believe I’ll just fall

decide to

to jump from one

when she responds, a hint of hurt evident. “Okay, Abby. I was just looking out

know how we all feel about

washes over me. I didn’t mean to snap. “I’m sorry,

me. “It’s just…

“I know,

tugs at my lips. “How about one

those.”

an avalanche of pastries?” Leah teases. “It’s a date. I’ll set it

me. “Thanks, Leah. It

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

bar for one last

…

long, delicate shadows across the bar,

of stillness, like the world has

cradling a half-filled

providing a faint comfort.

the speakers, a melancholy tune that matches

the tables, the floor

is pristine, almost picture-perfect,

scene missing its

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

chasm has formed overnight, swallowing the

relationship once held.

notice the tap on my shoulder until the

and for

“Adam.”

look heavy with emotion. There’s a weight

palpable tension that immediately sets me on

halo around him, but it does little to

are you doing here?” The surprise in my voice is unmistakable, the hurt

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

if a single spark could ignite an

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

know if tonight’s the best