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 reverie, accompanied

slightly, I chuckle. “Sorry.

skills

“More like thinking about how

meal, we continue our back and forth,

every gesture, Karl’s being so sweet, so

about the man he’s supposedly

Chloe’s words echo in my mind—about how

soul, and how all of

transformation from this sweet boyfriend to a

trepidation. This could all be an act.

those thoughts aside. Tonight, I want

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

and joking with the man

with him.

a genuine, warm smile. “Always, Abby.

meal, I clear away the plates, placing them in the dishwasher. Jumping

the countertop, pulling my notepad

begin, twirling the pen in my fingers, “time to finalize our

off ingredients.

more of that s picy

item. I watch in amusement as he scuttles

into containers, and being

out.

like a whirlwind,” I comment,

me from across the room. “Efficiency,

comes closer, presumably to look

I notice the sheen of sweat

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

beckon him closer, setting down the notepad

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

my spine. Without a word, I reach out, wiping the sweat away with

a trooper tonight,” I tell him softly.

only

out. His arm wraps itself around

together, husky

want me,” he murmurs. “I know you

that w et drea m about him,

a promise to myself and to my friends

hot in the dim light of the

to reveal his sinewy

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

wine and spices. A soft moan echoes between us as his tongue works

ways

this. To be touched, wanted,

“Abby…”