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

delicate souffle five times now.

into the sink with an unwarranted amount of aggression.

counter as I grip the edge, my

to practice for

as though that bad luck

I’ve run a marathon, and I feel so s tupidly

Tears of frustration are dangerously close, and I

a dysfunctional

it? It’s too much.

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

a throat. My body stiffens; that sound has

my senses more times than

find Karl standing at the entrance of the kitchen, his

space even when they’re trying to make

always has, pulling things toward him whether he means

feels

eyes lock. There’s a lingering moment where neither of us speaks,

hangs heavy in the air

you might be

the kitchen.

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

taking on a defensive stance I wish I