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.

dispelling the thought before it even

‘me and Karl.’ We’re just

changed? Really changed?” She looks at me, her eyes almost pleading for

that would make

admit. “Maybe. He says he wants to be better.

redemption?”

you’re right. Maybe I’ve been

there’s something lingering

trying to leave unsaid.

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

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

I need to be single for a while. Figure myself

have so much to

when you have so much going for

to the kitchen scene with Karl—his

us together no matter how hard we tried to stay

thought, a low growl of yearning in the distance that’s

soon as I brush the thoughts of Karl

myself back to the present. “Your friendship means the

she says,

our friendship

leaves, and I’m left

swirling

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

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

mind keeps

buzzes on the table, snapping me out

got in a fight earlier.

almost laugh. Leah’s knack for impeccable timing has always astounded me. But I’m

her whenever I can.

I type back, a soft smile flickering across

You two aren’t allowed to be mad at each other. You

fight.”

lips. Slipping my phone

rounds to

catch movement from across the room—Karl, stepping out

and for a split second, our eyes

a spark that lights up the dark recesses of my heart, where

ago suddenly flare to