Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 113
Abby

My hand freezes on the spreadsheet I’m working on when I hear a knock on my door. A soft, hesitant

one that’s almost drowned out by the evening chatter of the restaurant. My heart instantly jumps to my

throat. Is it Karl? Has he decided to make another appearance?

But when I open the door, it’s Chloe standing there, her eyes hesitant but earnest.

We’ve kept our distance today, partially because of the insane lunch and dinner rush, but I think also

partially to cool off. I’m not sure if Karl’s conversation with her was successful, but the knot in my chest

loosens when I see her.

“Hey,” I manage to say.

“Hey,” she replies softly.

Neither of us says anything for a moment. The silence is thick, full of the words we’d both hurled at

each other this morning. Finally, she breaks it. “Can I come in?”

“Of course.” I step aside, letting her enter.

The door clicks shut behind her, sealing us into this tiny bubble of a moment. I feel her arms wrap

around me, almost tentatively, as if she’s afraid I might pull away. But I don’t. I hug her back, tightly,

grateful for the chance to mend this fragile piece of our relationship.

“I’m sorry, Abby,” Chloe says into my shoulder. “I was out of line.”

“I’m sorry too,” I reply, feeling a twinge of guilt for the things I’d said earlier. “We both got carried away.”

We pull away and Chloe takes a seat, her eyes scanning my face as if searching for something—

perhaps a sign of residual anger or a lingering grudge. But she won’t find any. At the end of the day,

Chloe is like a sister to me, and that’s one thing you never turn your back on.

“So, you and Karl, huh?” Chloe finally says, her tone cautious.

quickly, dispelling the thought before it even has a chance to

and Karl.’ We’re just figuring

Really changed?” She looks at me,

that would make everything simple

I admit. “Maybe. He says he wants

redemption?”

at her hands. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’ve been

me, but I know that there’s something

trying to leave unsaid. “…But?” I pro

back together with him.

irony of her statement doesn’t escape me. “I promise, I’m not

I need to be single

“Good. You have so much to offer, Abby. Don’t waste

you have

to the kitchen scene with Karl—his proximity, his

seemed to draw us together no matter how hard

me just at the thought, a low growl of yearning in

brush the thoughts

myself back to the

says,

one more time, the warmth of our friendship seeping through the cra cks of

Chloe leaves, and

confusion swirling within

exhaling deeply. The

and the clatter of dishes. Life goes on, swirling around me in its constant,

And yet, my mind keeps wandering

buzzes on the table, snapping me out of my

got in a

knack for impeccable timing has always

her whenever I can.

I type back, a soft smile flickering across my lips. “Everything’s

aren’t allowed to be mad at each other. You know I don’t like

fight.”

laugh actually escapes my lips. Slipping my phone into my pocket, I

to

the room—Karl, stepping

split second, our eyes meet. It’s brief,

through me, a spark that lights up the dark recesses of

ago suddenly flare to