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

away as a heat

grabs

along with him, partially victim to his Alpha aura and

feelings.

tiles are becoming

us.

chords of the song fill the kitchen, Karl’s hand finds my waist, pulling me in closer.

against my back, guiding our movements.

and slide against the cold tiles, creating a rhythm of

intense and warm, lock onto mine. Every turn, every twirl is executed with

a rush of

come between us, the weight of Karl’s body against mine

familiar, comforting.

it, but… I’ve missed

we used to spontaneously decide to go out, drawn to the thumping

clubs and the infectious energy they promised. Karl had always been such a good dancer,

for someone of his stature

confidence, a surety to them that drew me in.

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

the steps or the music; it was an unspoken language

being twirled under his arm, the

world outside ceased to exist; it was just

the rhythm that pulsed

and slightly teasing, breaks my reverie, almost as though reading my

night away? Every

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

about anyone watching.”

grip tightening around my waist for a brief moment. “There was that one

his eyes, “at that

ached and our

memory surfaces, and I can’t help but giggle. “God, yes. We must’ve looked a mess

we left.”

intense. “Well, dancing

sweat, was it?”

I smack

reprimand lacks any real heat, and the flush that creeps up my face gives me away.

warm and infectious, and I find

up a glare.

by the soft hum of the music and the steady

We’re closer now, our faces inches apart, our breaths mingling. The intensity of his gaze

captive, and for a split second, everything else

crashes back in, reminding me of the boundaries,

that I’ve drawn.

I gently pull away, breaking the magnetic pull

how hungry I feel, or maybe because I want to

the fridge. “Are you hungry?” I