Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 95: A Helping Hand

Abby

“Need a hand?”

Just as I’m about to toss the greasy pan into the soapy water to soak overnight and call it a night, I hear

the all-too-familiar voice call out from behind me, and everything seems to stop. It’s all I can do to stiffly

turn around, my eyes widening and my heart pounding.

There he is, standing in the doorway, his hands in his pockets and his hair slightly tousled. I should be

excited to see him, but I’m not.

The nerve of him, showing up like this, after everything.

“Karl?”

“Hey, Abby.” A soft smile graces his lips, but instead of charming me like it used to, it just fills me with

rage.

“Karl, what the hell are you doing here?” My voice comes out so low that it’s hardly more than a growl.

He pauses, as though searching for the right words. Finally, when he speaks, it somehow fills me with

even more rage than before. “I miss you, Abby. Let’s work this out.”

“Work this out?” I think to myself. The thought of it almost makes me laugh, but at the same time, I

can’t hold in my rage anymore. In a knee-jerk reaction, I rip off my apron and hurl it at him, although I

would really prefer to hurl the frying pan instead.

“Get out, Karl!” I spit the words out like venom, my voice laden with a mixture of anger, surprise, and a

hint of betrayal. “You have no right to be here! I’m not working anything out with you!”

Karl, calm and collected as ever, dodges the flying apron. His eyes never leave mine, and his

expression remains surprisingly level and open. He steps forward, cautiously, as if approaching a

wounded animal.

voice tinged with an emotion I can’t quite place.

okay?”

said, get out!” My voice booms across the kitchen,

quite hide. Seeing him makes me want to cry, laugh, and scream

once.

him, and yet somehow it feels like an eternity. Even now,

across the room from one another, I

takes another step forward, his eyes

if I

just wanted

voice failing to hide the unmistakable

privileges when you did what

ignoring my icy reception, Karl steps closer. In fact, he does more than that. In a few long

distance between us, backing me up against the wall. I feel myself

around me, pulling me into the

should push him away. I should scream and tell him to get the

kitchen. But I can’t.

hate to admit it, his arms around me feel like a missing piece snapping

heightening at his touch, her anxiety ebbing away.

me starts to lift,

like you still belong,” I say, finally mustering up the

put some semblance of

I’m not sure if it works. “Not after what you did

loosening around me but not entirely

Abby. But

he still has a right to be a part of

a tsunami of emotions, wrestling with anger, confusion, and a haunting

wolf almost seems to pace restlessly inside of me,

agitated at me right now than at him, as angry as it

of yourself,” I finally snap,

fully well what they

man

Abby,” he

orientation, Karl,” I hiss. “What matters is that you decided to take it

bribe him into leaving behind my back. Do you have any idea how

does

a shade that stands in stark contrast

in his. His skin is warm, and for a fleeting second, it’s like