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.

his voice tinged with an

okay?”

booms across the kitchen,

that I can’t quite hide. Seeing him makes me want to cry, laugh,

once.

since I last saw him, and yet somehow it feels like an

I can feel my wolf stirring ever

takes another step

like sincerity if I didn’t

just wanted to talk

failing to hide the unmistakable waver

did what you

icy reception, Karl steps closer. In fact, he does more than

against the wall.

me into the warmth

away. I should scream and tell him to get the hell out of my life, my restaurant,

kitchen. But I can’t.

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

the wolf inside me stir, her senses heightening at his touch, her anxiety ebbing away.

that’s been accumulating inside me starts

still belong,” I say, finally mustering up

trying to put some semblance of distance between us, both physical

works. “Not after what you did to

his arms loosening around me but not entirely

But I

he still has a right to be a

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

restlessly inside of me, equally agitated and conflicted, although I

me right now than at him, as angry

ashamed of yourself,” I finally snap, glaring

knowing fully well what they would mean

the man I

he says,

about his orientation, Karl,” I hiss. “What matters is that you

behind my back.

even does something

face turning a shade that stands in stark contrast

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