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

I

wonderful my culinary skills are?” he teases,

thinking about

our back and forth, and it’s

every gesture, Karl’s being

about the man he’s

echo in

and loving soul, and how all of it changed after

transformation from this sweet boyfriend to a

could all be an

tonight, I just want to push those thoughts aside.

this gentle current of nostalgia

and joking with the man she once

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

warm smile.

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

countertop, pulling my notepad

my fingers, “time to finalize our order.

a beat, Karl starts listing off ingredients. “We need rosemary,

tomatoes… more of that s picy olive

watch in amusement as he scuttles from one corner to

peeking into containers, and being utterly relentless in

out.

like a whirlwind,”

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

at some point, Karl comes closer, presumably to look into a nearby

sheen of

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

beckon him closer, setting

complies, approaching with a slow, measured pace. His

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

such a trooper tonight,” I

only by our slightly uneven breaths.

can stop him, Karl’s hand shoots out. His arm wraps itself around

mix together,

want me,” he murmurs. “I

that w

my mind. I know that I made a promise to

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

his sleeves pushed up to reveal his sinewy forearms,

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

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

in ways that

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

“Abby…”