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.

he begins, his voice tinged with an emotion I

okay?”

the kitchen, but there’s a wavering sense of emotion

makes me want to cry, laugh,

once.

been a week since I last saw him, and yet somehow

across the room from one another, I can feel

takes another step forward, his eyes wide

like sincerity if I didn’t know

wanted to talk

I scoff, my voice failing

what you did with

ignoring my icy reception, Karl steps closer. In fact, he

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

around me, pulling me into the warmth of his

should scream and tell him to get the hell out of

kitchen. But I can’t.

around me feel like a missing piece snapping

stir, her senses heightening

that’s been accumulating inside me starts

still belong,” I say, finally

away. It’s my way of trying to put some semblance of distance between us, both

I’m not sure if it works.

his arms loosening around me but not entirely breaking

did, Abby. But I had to see

he still has a right to be a part of my life. I’m

a tsunami of emotions, wrestling with anger, confusion,

of me,

right now than at him, as angry as it makes

finally snap, glaring at him

they would mean for us—what it

the man I

Abby,” he says, “He

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

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

does something

pales, his face turning a shade that stands in stark contrast to his usually warm

closer, taking my hands in his. His skin is warm, and for a fleeting second,