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

slightly, I chuckle. “Sorry. Lost in

culinary skills are?”

like thinking

forth, and it’s so… effortless.

every gesture,

forget about the

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

loving soul, and how all

this sweet boyfriend to a more aloof husband.

be an act. A way to

want to push those thoughts aside. Tonight, I want

nostalgia and comfort. Just for tonight, I

and joking with the man she once

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

smiles, a genuine, warm smile. “Always, Abby.

we finish the meal, I clear away the plates,

the countertop, pulling

I begin, twirling the pen in my fingers, “time to

off ingredients.

that

in

into containers, and being

out.

a whirlwind,”

room. “Efficiency, Abby. I learned from

Karl comes closer, presumably to

sheen

a long day, is touching. Maybe

beckon him closer, setting down the notepad for

pace. His closeness sends

a word, I reach out, wiping the sweat away with the back

such a trooper tonight,” I tell him

us, punctuated only by our slightly uneven breaths.

shoots out. His

mix together, husky and

know you want me,” he murmurs. “I know you want me,

I had that w et drea m

my mind. I know that I made a promise to myself and to my

him, I can’t help it. He looks too hot in the dim light of the kitchen, with

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

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

A soft moan echoes between us as his tongue works its

ways that

To be touched, wanted, loved. I haven’t felt

“Abby…”