Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 109
Abby

“Let me help you.”

Karl’s words hit me like a ton of bricks. Karl, of all people, wants to help me prepare for the competition

that we were only just arguing about? I can’t believe it.

“You’re joking,” I murmur.

Karl shakes his head, his eyes darting down to the failure of a souffle sitting between us. “Nope. Not

joking. Do you want my help or not?”

Part of me wants to accept his offer, but another part of me, perhaps the more logical part, decides that

maybe it’s not the best idea. I’m angry right now over my argument with Karl and this da mned souffle,

and I know that I wouldn’t exactly be the best kitchen partner tonight.

“I’m fine, Karl. Just a little tired,” I reply, forcing a smile. “Besides, you’ve been working all day. You can

head home.”

“I don’t want to go home,” he says quietly, sliding the souffle back toward me from across the cold

and home is

and keep working on my own, not only

also so we can

it’s the sincere look in his

mutter, nodding. “I guess

be told twice. I watch for a moment as he

peeking out from beneath his short sleeves. I have to look away

on my fourth attempt at making a souffle while he washes

know it, the eggs and other ingredients are laid out before

a

as a

begin to keep the surprise out of my voice. Karl rarely

together, and he certainly never brought

we were together.”

to make them all the time when I was little. It was my favorite

me how to make the best souffles ever,” he confesses, almost shyly. “Would

one up?”

curiosity gets the better of me. “Sure. I’d

sets to work, skillfully separating the egg yolks from the whites, stirring the flour and butter,

in with care. I watch in amazement; the man

first time at the

dish, setting it on the counter. The souffle

a promise of the fluffy, airy delicacy