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 me

away as a heat creeps up into my cheeks.

Karl grabs me

him, partially victim to his Alpha aura and partially victim to my

feelings.

I know it, the cold, hard kitchen tiles are becoming our

us.

of the song fill the kitchen, Karl’s

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

the cold tiles, creating a rhythm of

eyes, intense and warm, lock onto mine. Every turn, every twirl is executed with a fluid grace

a rush of

has come between us, the weight

familiar, comforting.

admit it,

nights we used to spontaneously decide to go out, drawn to

and the infectious energy they promised. Karl had always been such

for someone of

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

he led our pack—with authority

or the music; it was an unspoken language

of being twirled under his

to the beat. The world outside ceased to exist; it

rhythm that pulsed through our

my reverie, almost as though reading my

night away?

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

about anyone watching.”

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

a mischievous glint in his eyes, “at that club downtown. We

feet ached and our clothes

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

we left.”

his gaze becoming more intense. “Well, dancing

sweat, was it?”

smack his chest, feigning indignation. “Karl! You absolute

and the flush

and infectious, and I find

up a glare.

replaced by the soft hum of the music and the steady beat

now, our faces inches apart, our breaths mingling.

a split

in, reminding me of the boundaries,

that I’ve drawn.

breath, I gently pull away, breaking the

notice how hungry I feel, or maybe because

the fridge. “Are you