Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 70

#Chapter 70: Soufflés and Heartaches
Abby

“Let me help you.”

Karl’s words hit me like a ton of bricks. Karl, of all people, wants to help me prepare for the competition

that we were only just arguing about? I can’t believe it.

“You’re joking,” I murmur.

Karl shakes his head, his eyes darting down to the failure of a souffle sitting between us. “Nope. Not

joking. Do you want my help or not?”

Part of me wants to accept his offer, but another part of me, perhaps the more logical part, decides that

maybe it’s not the best idea. I’m angry right now over my argument with Karl and this da mned souffle,

and I know that I wouldn’t exactly be the best kitchen partner tonight.

“I’m fine, Karl. Just a little tired,” I reply, forcing a smile. “Besides, you’ve been working all day. You can

head home.”

“I don’t want to go home,” he says quietly, sliding the souffle back toward me from across the cold

metallic counter. “I’m not tired, and home is boring. Let me help.”

I pause. I know that I should push him away and keep working on my own, not only so I can focus fully

on my preparations for the competition but also so we can both cool off after our arguments. But

something stops me. Maybe it’s the sincere look in his soft brown eyes.

“Sure,” I finally mutter, nodding. “I guess I could use some help.”

Karl doesn’t need to be told twice. I watch for a moment as he slips off his jacket, revealing his sinewy

biceps peeking out from beneath his short sleeves. I have to look away before I get too attached to his

image, and refocus my attention on my fourth attempt at making a souffle while he washes his hands.

Before I know it, the eggs and other ingredients are laid out before me, my whisk deftly beating the

eggs into a golden mixture.

“You know, I used to make souffles as a kid,” Karl says out of nowhere.

“You made souffles?” I can’t even begin to keep the surprise out of my voice. Karl rarely ever cooked

he certainly never brought it up to me. “You

we were together.”

time when I was

how to make the best souffles ever,” he confesses, almost shyly.

one up?”

better of me. “Sure. I’d love to see you

separating the egg yolks from the whites,

amazement; the man has

at

and Karl retrieves the dish, setting it on the counter. The souffle

promise of the

into it and extends it

flavors bursting in my mouth—cheesy,

a savory ta ng, but Karl incorporated just the

two opposite flavors meld together

meet, and for a moment, all the tension, the arguments, they vanish. There’s just the two

the culinary

This is amazing,” I finally

I

to my apartment later that night, a stray

for the competition? He’s been getting

though we have

could function

doesn’t have enough experience. It would be silly for me

him as

Right?

…

a steaming cup of coffee as I walk into

lady. How are you

I say with a grin, gratefully accepting the frothy coffee.

night.”

take a seat on one of the

“How so?”

and take a sip. “I was struggling with a souffle recipe. But

He’s

thought?”

tightens. “Karl

“Yes, why?”

I thought

doesn’t listen.”

a little annoyed.

was moping about how you decided to

he should just pis s off,

words make my head reel. While I understand the sentiment

it’s because I only just told her that I needed to be trusted to

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