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

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

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

make it right.”

really want to support me?” I can’t keep the skepticism out of my voice. “Or

to win me back? Because

closing the gap between us, and I

back. But above all, I care about you,

everything else did.”

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

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

things. You have a funny

know,” he says softly, “and I’m sorry for that. I never wanted

wanted to do.”

disarms me, leaving me exposed. I’ve fortified

it all feels

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

shaky breath, like he’s been holding it in for as long as I have. “Can we start over?

the way I

a weighty

change, that old wounds can heal and become nothing more than scars. But life