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.

thought before it even has a chance to settle.

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

changed? Really changed?” She looks

that would make everything simple

don’t know,” I admit. “Maybe. He says he wants to be better. Shouldn’t everyone get

redemption?”

hands. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’ve

but I know that there’s something lingering at the end

to leave unsaid.

of getting back together with him. You know

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

to be single for a while. Figure

so much to offer, Abby. Don’t

when you have

nod, my thoughts suddenly drifting to the kitchen scene

draw us together no

thought, a low

brush the thoughts of

pulling myself back to the present. “Your

Abby,” she says, standing up.

our friendship seeping

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

swirling

close the door and lean against it, exhaling deeply. The night is

of voices and the clatter of dishes. Life goes

mind keeps wandering back

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

two got in

for impeccable timing has always astounded me. But I’m glad to

her whenever I can.

a soft smile flickering

other. You know I don’t

fight.”

lips. Slipping my phone into

rounds to check

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

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

spark that lights up the dark recesses of my heart,

long ago suddenly flare