Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 73: A Feeling
Abby

My hand freezes on the spreadsheet I’m working on when I hear a knock on my door. A soft, hesitant

one that’s almost drowned out by the evening chatter of the restaurant. My heart instantly jumps to my

throat. Is it Karl? Has he decided to make another appearance?

But when I open the door, it’s Chloe standing there, her eyes hesitant but earnest.

We’ve kept our distance today, partially because of the insane lunch and dinner rush, but I think also

partially to cool off. I’m not sure if Karl’s conversation with her was successful, but the knot in my chest

loosens when I see her.

“Hey,” I manage to say.

“Hey,” she replies softly.

Neither of us says anything for a moment. The silence is thick, full of the words we’d both hurled at

each other this morning. Finally, she breaks it. “Can I come in?”

“Of course.” I step aside, letting her enter.

The door clicks shut behind her, sealing us into this tiny bubble of a moment. I feel her arms wrap

around me, almost tentatively, as if she’s afraid I might pull away. But I don’t. I hug her back, tightly,

grateful for the chance to mend this fragile piece of our relationship.

“I’m sorry, Abby,” Chloe says into my shoulder. “I was out of line.”

“I’m sorry too,” I reply, feeling a twinge of guilt for the things I’d said earlier. “We both got carried away.”

We pull away and Chloe takes a seat, her eyes scanning my face as if searching for something—

perhaps a sign of residual anger or a lingering grudge. But she won’t find any. At the end of the day,

Chloe is like a sister to me, and that’s one thing you never turn your back on.

“So, you and Karl, huh?” Chloe finally says, her tone cautious.

head quickly, dispelling the thought before it

and Karl.’ We’re just figuring things

think he’s changed? Really changed?” She looks at me, her eyes almost pleading

that would make everything

he wants to

redemption?”

you’re right. Maybe I’ve been too

that there’s something

to leave unsaid.

hope you’re not thinking of getting back together with him. You know you deserve

statement doesn’t escape me. “I promise, I’m not planning on it,”

think I need to be single for a

looks relieved. “Good. You have so much to offer, Abby. Don’t waste it

you. Especially not when you have so much going for you

drifting to the kitchen scene with Karl—his proximity,

draw us together no matter how

low growl of yearning in the distance that’s quickly snuffed

as I brush the thoughts of

the present.

she says,

more time, the warmth of our friendship seeping through the c racks of

sealing it, making it whole. Chloe leaves, and I’m left standing there, a strange

swirling within

lean against it, exhaling deeply. The night

and the clatter of dishes. Life goes on, swirling

And yet, my mind keeps wandering back to

the table, snapping me out of my thoughts. It’s a

two got in a fight earlier.

has always

her whenever I can.

smile flickering across my lips. “Everything’s good

to be mad at each other. You know I don’t like

fight.”

laugh actually escapes my lips. Slipping my phone into my

to check on

catch movement from across the room—Karl, stepping out from the

glances up, and for a split second, our eyes meet. It’s brief, but

through me, a spark that lights up the dark recesses of

ago suddenly flare to