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

my head slightly, I chuckle.

culinary skills

like thinking

meal, we continue our back and forth, and it’s

gesture, Karl’s being so sweet,

about the

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

soul, and how all of it changed after

from this sweet boyfriend to a more aloof husband. The

be

thoughts aside. Tonight,

to drown in this gentle current of nostalgia

with the man

across the table, locking eyes with him. “Thank you, Karl,” I say

smiles, a genuine, warm smile.

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

on the countertop,

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

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

tomatoes… more of that s

watch in amusement as

containers, and

out.

whirlwind,” I comment, half

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

grows, and at some point, Karl comes

I notice the sheen of sweat

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

closer, setting down the notepad for

pace. His closeness sends a tiny jolt of

word, I reach out, wiping the sweat away with the back of

tonight,” I tell

between us, punctuated only by our

out. His arm wraps itself around my

together,

murmurs. “I

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

made a promise to myself

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

up to reveal his sinewy forearms, for me

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

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

ways

touched, wanted,

“Abby…”