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

pull away as a heat creeps

grabs me

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

feelings.

it, the cold, hard kitchen tiles are

us.

fill the kitchen, Karl’s hand finds

fingers dance against my

against the cold tiles,

mine. Every turn, every twirl is executed with a

a rush of memories flooding

and distance that has come between us, the

familiar, comforting.

it,

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

infectious energy they promised. Karl had always been such a

trait for someone of

steps had a confidence, a surety to them that

akin to the way he led our pack—with

it was an unspoken language of passion,

under his arm, the heat of

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

that pulsed through our

and slightly teasing, breaks my reverie,

dance the night away? Every

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

about anyone watching.”

grip tightening around my waist for

that club downtown.

feet ached and our clothes were soaked

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

we left.”

intense. “Well, dancing

sweat, was it?”

smack his chest,

the flush that creeps up my

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

up a glare.

laughter gradually dies down, replaced by the soft hum of the music and the steady

now, our faces inches apart, our breaths mingling. The intensity of his gaze

and for a split second, everything else

reminding me of the boundaries, of the lines

that I’ve drawn.

pull away, breaking the

I feel, or maybe because I want to

“Are you hungry?” I