Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 52: Too Close
Abby

Sitting in the dimly lit kitchen, the soft clinking of our utensils is a comforting lullaby against the

evening’s silence. I sneak glances at Karl every now and then, his features illuminated with a gentle

glow from the overhead light. He seems lost in his thoughts, enjoying every bite.

“This pasta turned out really well,” he murmurs, drawing my attention.

I chuckle, twirling another mouthful onto my fork. “Team effort, remember?”

Karl smiles. “Yes, but I think someone here had the magic touch, and it sure as hell wasn’t me.”

Laughing lightly, I shake my head. “You flatter too much, Mr. Know-It-All.”

As I twirl the spaghetti around my fork, Karl’s gaze meets mine, a hint of mirth in his eyes. “You know,”

he begins, pausing for effect, “I never thought I’d see the day where you’re more engrossed in your

food than in giving orders.”

I feign shock, clutching my chest. “Mr. Karl, are you insinuating that I’m bossy?”

His laughter fills the room, its rich timbre a comforting note in the ambiance of our intimate dinner.

“Never, Miss Abby. Simply observing,” he winks.

Giggling, I take a playful swipe at him with my napkin. We continue this light banter, laughing over silly

anecdotes and shared memories. With each passing minute, my guard slips a little further.

I hate myself for it, for being so easily lulled into this contentment. For being so comfortable and at

peace in Karl’s presence.

As I reach for my glass of water, my fingers brush against his.

I can’t help but notice the warmth of his touch, and how his skin feels against mine—strong yet gentle.

In the dim light of the kitchen, he looks… captivating. The way the soft glow accentuates the rugged

contours of his face, the spark in his eyes, and that boyish charm that lurks just beneath his often stern

exterior—it’s all disarmingly handsome.

I can’t deny it any longer, how easy it is to get lost in the moment with him. To forget about our

differences, about the hurt of the past, and simply revel in the now. The pull is magnetic, almost primal,

and it scares me just how much I’m drawn to him.

Abby,” Karl’s voice interrupts my reverie, accompanied

my head slightly, I chuckle.

my culinary skills

“More like thinking about

meal, we continue our back and forth,

With every word, every gesture, Karl’s being so sweet, so genuine,

the

Chloe’s words echo in my mind—about how Karl used to be

soul, and how all of it

boyfriend to a more

be an act. A

push those thoughts aside.

want to drown in this gentle current of nostalgia and comfort. Just

laughing and joking with

look across the table, locking eyes with him. “Thank you, Karl,”

a genuine, warm smile. “Always, Abby.

finish the meal, I clear away the plates, placing them in the

countertop, pulling

in my fingers,

a beat, Karl starts listing off ingredients.

more of that s

each item. I watch in amusement as he scuttles from one corner to

and being

out.

like a whirlwind,” I

across the room. “Efficiency, Abby. I learned from

grows, and at some point, Karl comes closer, presumably to look into

the sheen

to help me, especially after a long day, is

him closer, setting down the notepad for a

measured pace. His closeness sends a

I reach out, wiping the sweat away with the back of

been such a trooper tonight,” I tell him softly. “Thank

momentary silence between us, punctuated only by our slightly uneven breaths. But

him, Karl’s hand shoots out. His arm wraps itself

mix together, husky and

me,” he murmurs. “I know you want

had that w

made a promise to myself and to my friends that I would never

help it. He looks too hot in the dim light of

sleeves pushed up to reveal his sinewy forearms, for me to push him

to speak. Before I know it, our lips are locked in an

spices. A soft moan echoes between us as his tongue works its way into my

me in ways that Adam

needed this. To be touched, wanted, loved.

“Abby…”