Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 51: Impressed
Abby

“Alright, paperwork’s done,” Karl declares with an air of finality, piling the last of the filed sheets into a

neat stack.

The office is a maze of papers, scatt ered across the desk and floor, but we’ve managed to conquer the

monster of bureaucracy.

I chuckle, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Who knew running a restaurant came with so

much… paper?”

Karl snorts. “Did no one warn you?”

I roll my eyes dramatically. “Alright, Mr. Know-It-All. Next is ordering. Let’s head to the kitchen and see

what we need.”

He nods, and we make our way to the heart of the restaurant. The stainless steel countertops gleam

under the dim overhead lights, and I breathe in the familiar mix of spices and cooked food. There’s

something soothing about being here, even when the bustle is gone.

I grab a clipboard and start jotting down a list. “We definitely need more garlic, basil, tomatoes…”

Karl starts peeking into various containers and cupboards, joining in on the inventory. “Don’t forget the

mushrooms and parmesan.”

There’s a moment of comfortable silence as we both get absorbed in our task.

Then, from a distance, the soft strumming of a guitar fills the space. It seems one of the staff has left a

radio on.

“Is that… Ed Sheeran?” Karl asks, looking up with a smile.

I nod, swaying slightly to the rhythm. “Perfect. I haven’t heard this song in a while.”

My head instinctively bobs to the music as I get back to work. But then, I feel a presence beside me. I

look up to see Karl standing beside me, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Dance with me?” he asks.

Shaking my head, I turn away slightly. “You’re ridiculous. We’ve got work to do.”

“C’mon, Abby. We haven’t danced in so long.” Before I can stop him, he reaches out, grabbing my

twirling

pull away as a heat creeps up

mischievous laugh, Karl grabs me again, pulling me closer

sway along with him, partially victim to his Alpha aura

feelings.

cold, hard kitchen tiles are becoming our dance floor as the soft

us.

chords of the song fill the kitchen, Karl’s hand finds my waist,

fingers dance against my back, guiding our movements. Our

against the cold tiles, creating a rhythm of

turn, every twirl is

of memories flooding

between us, the

familiar, comforting.

it, but… I’ve missed

to spontaneously decide to go out,

the infectious energy they promised. Karl had always been such a good

for someone of his stature

them that drew me in.

to the way he led our pack—with authority and finesse.

or the music; it was an

feeling of being twirled under his

world outside ceased to

the rhythm that pulsed through our

breaks my reverie, almost as though

night away? Every

blush, nodding. “I remember. You’d spin me around till I was dizzy,

about anyone watching.”

for a brief moment.

that

and our clothes were

help but giggle. “God, yes. We must’ve looked a mess by the

we left.”

smirks, his gaze becoming more intense. “Well, dancing wasn’t the only

sweat, was it?”

widen in mock horror, and I smack his chest,

the flush

rings in my ears, warm and infectious, and I find myself laughing along,

up a glare.

by the soft hum of the music and

our breaths mingling. The intensity of

a split second,

in, reminding me of the boundaries, of the lines

that I’ve drawn.

I gently pull away, breaking

or maybe because I want

toward the fridge. “Are