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.

dispelling the thought before it even has a chance to settle. “No,

and Karl.’ We’re just figuring things out,

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

would make

know,” I admit. “Maybe. He says he wants to be

redemption?”

down at her hands. “Maybe you’re

know that there’s something lingering at

to leave unsaid. “…But?” I pro

of getting back together with him. You know you deserve

escape me. “I promise, I’m not planning on it,” I reassure

to be single for a while. Figure myself

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

you. Especially not when you have so

drifting to the kitchen scene with Karl—his proximity, his scent,

chemistry that seemed to draw us together no matter how hard

thought, a low growl of yearning in the distance that’s quickly

brush

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

too, Abby,” she says, standing up. “Yours

our friendship seeping through

sealing it, making it whole. Chloe leaves, and I’m left standing there, a strange blend of

swirling

deeply. The night is still young; the restaurant

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

my mind keeps

buzzes on the table, snapping me out of my thoughts. It’s a

that you two got in a

knack for impeccable timing has

her whenever I can.

soft smile flickering

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

fight.”

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

to check on

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

up, and for a split second, our eyes meet.

me, a spark that lights up the dark recesses

suddenly flare to