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.

before it even has a chance

and Karl.’ We’re just figuring things

She looks at me, her eyes

make everything

He says he wants

redemption?”

hands. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’ve been too hard

but I know that there’s something lingering at the end of her

that she’s trying to leave unsaid. “…But?”

thinking of getting back together with him. You know you deserve better,

escape me. “I promise, I’m not planning

need to be single for a while. Figure myself out, you

to offer, Abby. Don’t waste it on someone who

you have so much going for you right

suddenly drifting to the kitchen scene with Karl—his proximity, his scent,

that seemed to draw us together no matter how hard we

a low growl of

I brush the thoughts of Karl

myself back to the

she says,

hug one more time, the warmth of our friendship seeping through the c

making it whole. Chloe leaves, and I’m left standing

confusion swirling

close the door and lean against it, exhaling deeply. The night is still young; the restaurant

of voices and the clatter of dishes. Life goes on, swirling around

my mind keeps wandering back to

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

got in

knack for impeccable timing has

her whenever I can.

soft smile

allowed to be mad at each other. You know

fight.”

actually escapes my lips. Slipping my phone into my pocket, I

to check on my

eyes catch movement from across the room—Karl,

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

lights up the dark recesses of my

suddenly flare to