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

head slightly, I chuckle. “Sorry. Lost in

skills are?” he teases, raising

reply, “More like thinking about how to

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

word, every gesture, Karl’s being

the man he’s

evening progresses, Chloe’s words echo in my

soul, and how all

this sweet boyfriend to a more aloof husband. The

be an act.

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

want to drown in this gentle current of nostalgia

laughing and joking with the man she once

the table, locking eyes with him.

smiles, a genuine, warm

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

on the countertop, pulling

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

missing a beat, Karl starts listing off

tomatoes… more of that s picy

in amusement as he scuttles from

and being utterly relentless in ensuring nothing’s

out.

like a whirlwind,”

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

comes closer, presumably

the sheen of sweat

me, especially after a long day, is

closer, setting down the notepad for

measured pace.

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

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

momentary silence between us, punctuated only by

out. His arm wraps itself around

together, husky and

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

want him. Ever since I had that w et drea m about him, I haven’t quite

I made a promise to myself

can’t help it. He looks too hot in the dim light

his sinewy

know it, our lips are locked in an intense kiss. He tastes

soft moan echoes between us as his

in ways that Adam never

touched, wanted, loved. I haven’t felt

“Abby…”