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.

to Abby,” Karl’s voice interrupts my

my head slightly, I chuckle. “Sorry.

skills

I reply, “More like thinking

meal, we continue our back and forth, and it’s so…

every gesture, Karl’s being so

forget about the

evening progresses, Chloe’s words echo in my mind—about how Karl used to

loving soul, and how all

transformation from this sweet boyfriend to a more aloof husband. The

be an act.

tonight, I just want to push those thoughts aside. Tonight, I want to

of nostalgia and comfort. Just for tonight, I

laughing and joking with

table, locking eyes with him. “Thank you, Karl,” I

a genuine, warm smile.

the plates, placing them in the dishwasher. Jumping

the countertop, pulling my notepad

pen in my fingers, “time to finalize

off ingredients. “We need rosemary, thyme, some

of that s

noting down each item. I watch in amusement as he

shelves, peeking into containers, and being utterly relentless in ensuring nothing’s

out.

like a whirlwind,” I comment,

winks at me from across the room. “Efficiency, Abby. I

list grows, and at some point, Karl comes closer, presumably to look into a nearby cabinet.

the sheen of sweat on his

especially after a long day, is touching. Maybe it softens me a

him closer, setting down

pace.

out, wiping the sweat away with the back of my

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

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

out. His arm wraps itself around my waist,

breaths mix together, husky

you want me,” he murmurs. “I know

Ever since I had that w

that I made a promise to myself

help it. He looks too hot in the dim light

his sleeves pushed up to reveal his sinewy forearms,

us has to speak. Before I know it, our lips are locked in an intense kiss.

echoes between us as

in ways that Adam

To be touched, wanted, loved.

“Abby…”