Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 95

#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.

begins, his voice tinged with an emotion I

okay?”

out!” My voice booms across the kitchen, but there’s a

can’t quite hide. Seeing him makes me want to cry, laugh, and scream all

once.

a week since I last saw him, and yet somehow

from one another, I can

demands and takes another step forward,

like sincerity if I

I just wanted to talk

you wanted to talk?” I scoff, my voice failing to hide the

privileges when you did what

Karl steps closer. In fact, he does

against the wall. I feel myself stiffen as

me, pulling me into the warmth of

tell him to get the

kitchen. But I can’t.

admit it, his arms around me feel like a

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

been accumulating inside me starts to lift, ever so

still belong,” I say, finally mustering up

It’s my way of trying to put some semblance of distance

if it works. “Not after what you

he concedes, his arms loosening around me but

did, Abby. But I had to

he still has a

emotions, wrestling with anger,

inside of me,

that she’s more agitated at me right now than at

yourself,” I finally snap, glaring at him

what they would mean for us—what it would mean

manipulated the man I

he

“What matters is that

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

even does something like

face turning a shade that stands in stark

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

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