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

and twirling me

as a heat creeps up into my

grabs me again,

sway along with him, partially victim to his Alpha

feelings.

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

us.

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

pressure as his fingers dance against my back, guiding

cold tiles, creating

eyes, intense and warm, lock onto mine. Every turn, every

of

time and distance that has come between us, the weight of

familiar, comforting.

won’t admit it, but… I’ve

we used to spontaneously decide to

promised. Karl had always

someone of

confidence, a surety to them that drew me in. The way he could

he led our

steps or the music; it was an unspoken language of passion,

to love the feeling of being twirled under his arm, the heat of our bodies

beat. The world outside ceased to exist; it was

that

breaks my reverie, almost as

night away? Every weekend, sometimes even on

nodding. “I remember. You’d spin me around till I was dizzy, and we’d laugh like kids,

about anyone watching.”

chuckles, his grip tightening around my waist for

that club downtown.

and our clothes were soaked

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

we left.”

more intense. “Well, dancing wasn’t

sweat, was it?”

smack his chest,

heat, and the flush that creeps up my face

my ears, warm and infectious, and I find myself

up a glare.

laughter gradually dies down, replaced by the soft hum of

now, our faces inches apart, our breaths mingling.

a split second, everything else

of the boundaries,

that I’ve drawn.

deep breath, I gently pull away, breaking the magnetic

because I suddenly notice how hungry I feel, or maybe because I want

fridge. “Are