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.

interrupts my reverie, accompanied by a

slightly, I chuckle. “Sorry. Lost

skills are?” he teases, raising an

“More like thinking about how

our back and forth, and it’s so… effortless. The laughter,

gesture, Karl’s being so sweet, so

forget about the man he’s supposedly

words echo in my mind—about how Karl used to be this

and loving soul, and how all of it changed after

a more aloof husband.

all be an act. A way to

tonight, I just want to push those thoughts aside. Tonight, I want to believe in this version

this gentle current of nostalgia and comfort. Just for tonight, I wish

again, laughing and joking with the man she once

eyes with him. “Thank you, Karl,” I say softly,

warm

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

the countertop, pulling

twirling the pen in my fingers, “time to finalize our order. Let’s

a beat, Karl starts listing off ingredients. “We

tomatoes… more of that

in amusement as

containers, and being utterly relentless in ensuring

out.

whirlwind,” I comment,

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

some point, Karl comes closer, presumably to look

the sheen

a long day, is touching. Maybe it

I beckon him closer, setting

complies, approaching with a slow, measured pace. His closeness sends a tiny

out, wiping the sweat away with the back of my

trooper tonight,” I

silence between us, punctuated only by

hand shoots out. His arm

together, husky and

murmurs.

had that

know that I made a promise to myself and to my friends

too hot in the dim light of

up to reveal his sinewy

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

moan echoes between us as his tongue works its way into my

ways that Adam never

touched, wanted, loved. I

“Abby…”