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

keep working on my

but also so we can both

it’s the sincere look in his soft

mutter, nodding. “I guess

be told twice. I watch for a moment as he slips off

have to look away before I get

and refocus my attention on my fourth attempt at making a souffle while

eggs and other ingredients are laid out before me, my whisk deftly

into a

I used to make souffles as a kid,”

souffles?” I can’t even begin to keep the surprise out of my voice. Karl rarely

were together, and he certainly never brought it up to me. “You never

we were together.”

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

ever,” he

one up?”

better of me. “Sure. I’d love to see you

yolks from the whites, stirring the flour

in with care. I watch in amazement; the man has finesse, and it’s clear

first time at the souffle

dish, setting it

promise of the fluffy,