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,

now, in the empty kitchen,

I’ve attempted this delicate

the sink with an

counter as I grip the edge, my

want to practice for the competition. I’ve

it seems as though that bad luck is

a marathon, and

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

handle a hectic dinner rush, a dysfunctional kitchen, a competition. But

it? It’s too much.

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

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

more times than

standing at the entrance of the kitchen, his posture stiff and his eyes

a space even when they’re trying to make themselves

him, always has, pulling things toward him

gravity feels like a

our eyes lock. There’s a lingering

hangs heavy in

on. Thought you might be here,” he finally

the kitchen.

Karl?” I ask, my voice laced with more

a defensive stance I wish