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,

least now, in the empty kitchen,

this delicate souffle five times

tossing my whisk into the sink with

I grip the edge, my knuckles going

to

that bad luck is still

heart is pounding like I’ve run a marathon, and I feel

and sugar. Tears of frustration are dangerously close, and I hate

dysfunctional kitchen, a competition. But to add

it? It’s too much.

chastise myself aloud, rolling

I hear it—a soft clearing of a throat. My body

more

find Karl standing at the entrance of

someone can fill a space even when they’re trying to

toward him whether he means to or not. And

gravity feels

lock. There’s a lingering moment where neither

in the air

lights were still on. Thought you might be here,” he finally

the kitchen.

my voice laced with more bitterness

a defensive stance