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

we were together, and he certainly never brought it up to me.

we were together.”

to make them all the time when I was little. It was my favorite dessert.

best souffles ever,” he confesses, almost shyly. “Would you like me to

one up?”

of me.

egg yolks from the whites,

folding everything in with care. I watch in amazement; the man

first time at the

dish, setting it on the counter.

a promise of

dips a spoon into it and extends it

bursting in my mouth—cheesy,

gives the souffle a savory ta ng, but Karl

so that the two opposite flavors meld together into a

a moment, all the tension, the arguments,

culinary creation between

This is amazing,” I finally manage, breaking the spell and

nothing. I

walk back to my apartment later that night, a stray

Karl be the sous chef I need for the

And, even though we have our moments, we also

fact that we could function together as a well-oiled

doesn’t have enough experience.

as my

Right?

…

next morning, Chloe greets me with a steaming cup

How

say with a grin, gratefully accepting the frothy coffee.

night.”

a seat on

“How so?”

“I was struggling with

offered to help. It’s crazy. He’s

thought?”

tightens.

“Yes, why?”

to stay away from you, Abby. I thought I was

doesn’t listen.”

and a little annoyed. “You told

decided

just pis

reel. While I understand the sentiment behind

her that I needed to be trusted to make

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