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

away as a heat

With a mischievous laugh, Karl grabs

sway along with him, partially victim to his Alpha aura

feelings.

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

us.

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

his fingers dance against my back, guiding our movements. Our feet, somehow

slide against the cold tiles, creating a

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

a rush of memories

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

familiar, comforting.

admit it, but… I’ve

spontaneously decide to

the infectious energy they promised. Karl had always been such

for someone of his

surety to them that drew

to the way he led our

was an unspoken

feeling of being twirled under his arm, the heat of our bodies moving together,

outside ceased to exist; it

that

teasing, breaks my

how we used to dance the night away? Every weekend, sometimes

You’d spin me around till I was dizzy, and

about anyone watching.”

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

that club downtown.

our

help but giggle. “God, yes. We must’ve

we left.”

more intense. “Well, dancing wasn’t the only

sweat, was it?”

in mock horror, and I smack

real heat, and the flush that creeps up my face gives

I find myself laughing along, even as I try to

up a glare.

down, replaced by the soft hum of the music and the

inches apart, our breaths

and for a split second, everything

reality quickly crashes back in, reminding me of the boundaries, of the

that I’ve drawn.

a deep breath, I gently pull away, breaking the

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

the fridge. “Are you hungry?” I