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

pull away as a heat creeps up into my cheeks.

late. With a mischievous laugh, Karl grabs me again, pulling me closer

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

feelings.

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

us.

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

against my back, guiding our movements. Our feet,

slide against the cold tiles, creating a rhythm of

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

rush of memories

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

familiar, comforting.

admit it, but… I’ve missed

spontaneously decide

the infectious energy they promised. Karl had always

of his stature

that drew me in. The way he could

was akin to the way he led our pack—with authority

it was an unspoken

under his arm, the heat of our bodies moving together,

The world outside ceased to exist; it was just the two of

the rhythm that pulsed through

and slightly teasing, breaks my reverie, almost as though

used to dance the night away?

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

about anyone watching.”

waist for a brief moment. “There was that

his eyes, “at that club downtown. We danced for

feet ached and our

but giggle. “God, yes. We must’ve looked a mess by the

we left.”

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

sweat, was it?”

in mock horror, and I smack his chest, feigning indignation. “Karl! You absolute

flush that creeps up my face gives me away.

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

up a glare.

the soft hum of

now, our faces inches apart, our breaths mingling.

captive, and for a split second,

me of the

that I’ve drawn.

breath, I gently pull away, breaking the magnetic pull between

suddenly notice how hungry I feel, or maybe because

fridge. “Are you