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 by

head slightly, I chuckle. “Sorry. Lost

how wonderful my culinary skills are?”

“More like thinking about

the meal, we continue our back and forth, and it’s so… effortless. The laughter,

every gesture, Karl’s being so sweet, so genuine,

about the man he’s supposedly

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

soul, and how all of it changed

this sweet boyfriend to a

trepidation. This could all be an act. A way

thoughts aside. Tonight,

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

with the man she once loved

with him. “Thank you,

a genuine, warm smile. “Always, Abby.

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

on the countertop, pulling my

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

starts listing off ingredients. “We need rosemary, thyme, some

tomatoes… more of that s

quickly, noting down each item. I watch in amusement as he scuttles from one corner to

checking shelves, peeking into containers, and being

out.

a whirlwind,” I comment, half

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

grows, and at some point, Karl comes closer, presumably to

notice the sheen of sweat

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

closer, setting down

slow, measured pace. His closeness sends a

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

trooper tonight,” I tell

a momentary silence between us, punctuated only by our slightly

His arm wraps itself around

breaths mix together, husky

murmurs. “I know you want me,

that w et drea m

made a promise to

He looks too hot in the dim light of

pushed up to reveal his sinewy forearms, for

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

wine and spices. A soft moan echoes between us as

me in ways that Adam never

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

“Abby…”