Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 106
“Listen, I just came to talk,” he finally says. “If you don’t want to, I understand.”

I can’t look away from him; his presence is too overwhelming, too filled with a history I’ve been trying to

ignore. “You came to talk? Really? Because last time we talked, you made it abundantly clear how you

felt about my success.”

His eyes narrow, stung by my accusation. “I am happy for you, Abby. I wish you would believe that.”

“How can I believe it?” I retort, gripping the edge of the counter to keep my hands from shaking. “Your

entire demeanor changed. You said yourself that the competition would get in the way of the party.”

Karl looks down, exhaling slowly like he’s measuring each breath, weighing each word before it leaves

his mouth. “You’re right. I said some stuff last night that I shouldn’t have, because I was angry. But I am

happy for you, Abby. Way more than you realize. And I’m sorry.”

My eyes meet his, searching for any sign of insincerity. All I find is a quiet regret that somehow makes

me even angrier. “Sorry doesn’t just erase things, Karl. You being angry about my success tells me

not supportive of me, and I don’t have room for that kind of negativity

and unwavering. “I want to be supportive, Abby. I messed up.

make it right.”

I can’t keep the skepticism out of my voice. “Or is this

back? Because

steps closer, closing the gap between us, and I involuntarily hold my breath. “I can’t

all, I care about you,

everything else did.”

something raw inside me, a nerve I thought I’d killed off long ago. I look

for a moment, just a moment, I let myself believe him. “You caring about me and showing

different things. You have a funny way of showing you

he says softly, “and I’m sorry for that. I

wanted to do.”

sincerity disarms me, leaving me exposed. I’ve

front of him, it all feels paper-thin.

you ever wanted to do,” I say, my voice softer than I’d like

been holding it in for

who supports you, the way I should’ve

the air, filled with a weighty mixture of hope and regret. I want

can heal and become nothing more than scars. But life