Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 105
Abby

The night weighs heavy on me, each mile that separates Karl and me adding to the burden I didn’t

think I’d ever have to bear again. I spend the rest of the night tossing and turning in bed, trying to bury

the memories of our argument and the sting of his words. It’s infuriating that he would have the

audacity to be mad about my accomplishment.

He should be thrilled for me.

Shouldn’t he?

…

I wake up the next day with dark clouds lingering in my head, mirroring the ones outside my window. I

head straight to the kitchen to work it all off. When emotions get messy, the kitchen has always been

my sanctuary. But today, even my sanctuary seems to be turning against me.

The day passes by in a blur. Before I know it, the restaurant is empty, the day having been a whirlwind

of rushes and demanding customers. Finally, I find myself alone amidst a storm of spices, ingredients,

in the empty kitchen, I can

attempted this delicate souffle five times

the sink with

counter as I grip

of the key dishes I want to practice for the

though that bad

I’ve run a marathon, and I feel

Tears of frustration are dangerously close,

hectic dinner rush, a dysfunctional kitchen, a competition. But to add Karl’s

it? It’s too much.

drama queen, Abby,” I chastise myself aloud, rolling my eyes at my

when I hear it—a soft clearing of a throat. My body stiffens; that

my senses more

Karl standing at the entrance of

someone can fill a space even when they’re trying to make themselves smaller.

gravity about him, always has, pulling things toward him whether he

feels like a

as our eyes lock. There’s a lingering moment where neither of us

heavy in the air between

Thought you might be here,” he finally says, taking a hesitant

the kitchen.

you doing here, Karl?” I ask, my voice laced with

defensive stance I wish I didn’t