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,

equipment. At least now, in the empty kitchen, I

thing is, I’ve attempted this delicate souffle five

snap, tossing my whisk into the sink with an unwarranted amount of aggression.

as I grip the edge,

is one of the key dishes I want to practice for the competition. I’ve never had good

as though that bad luck is still getting in the

run a marathon, and I feel so s tupidly vulnerable standing

are dangerously

dinner rush, a dysfunctional kitchen, a competition.

it? It’s too much.

chastise myself aloud,

clearing of a throat. My body stiffens; that

into my senses more times than I can

Karl standing at the entrance of the kitchen, his posture stiff

a space even when they’re

about him, always has, pulling things toward him

that gravity feels like

There’s a lingering moment where neither of

hangs heavy in the air between

were still on. Thought you might be here,”

the kitchen.

here, Karl?” I ask, my voice laced with more bitterness than I intend. I

a defensive stance I