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

this delicate

the sink

counter as I grip the edge,

want to practice for the competition. I’ve never had

seems as though that bad luck is still getting in

heart is pounding like I’ve run a marathon, and I feel so s tupidly vulnerable

of frustration are dangerously close, and

a dysfunctional kitchen, a competition.

it? It’s too much.

such a drama queen, Abby,” I chastise myself aloud,

clearing of a throat. My

senses more times

at the entrance of the kitchen, his posture stiff and

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

things toward him whether he means to or not.

that gravity feels like a

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

in the

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

the kitchen.

my voice

stance I wish I