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.

the thought before it even has a chance to settle.

‘me and Karl.’ We’re

he’s changed? Really changed?” She looks at me,

that would make everything

says he wants to

redemption?”

hands. “Maybe you’re

me, but I know that there’s

leave unsaid.

of getting back together with him. You know you deserve

me. “I promise, I’m

think I need to be single for a while. Figure myself out,

You have so much to offer, Abby. Don’t waste it on someone

you have so

nod, my thoughts suddenly drifting to the kitchen scene

seemed to draw us together no matter how hard we

at the thought, a low growl of yearning

I brush the thoughts

say, pulling myself back to the present. “Your friendship means

too, Abby,” she says,

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

Chloe leaves, and I’m left standing

confusion swirling within

door and lean against it, exhaling deeply. The

hum of voices and the clatter of dishes. Life goes on,

And yet, my mind keeps wandering

table, snapping me out of my thoughts. It’s a text from

mentioned that you two got in a fight earlier.

knack for impeccable timing has always astounded

her whenever I can.

smile flickering

You two aren’t allowed to be mad at each other. You know I don’t like it when mom and

fight.”

Slipping my phone into my pocket,

to

then, my eyes catch movement from across the room—Karl, stepping out from the bar,

servers. He glances up, and for a split second, our eyes

up the dark recesses

ago suddenly flare to