Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0126
“Thanks, Elsie,” I say softly. “It’s good to be back.”

With that, I make my way back into the house, each step carrying a different weight, a different

emotion. As I reach the top of the staircase, I hear Karl’s voice drifting from the living room, and my

heart does a strange little leap. Maybe Elsie’s smirk held more truth than I’d like to admit.

Just then, I hear the familiar ping of my phone and my thoughts snap back to the present. Reluctantly, I

pull it from my pocket and see a message from Ethan. He’s asking a question about inventory, and I

know that I should let it wait until I get home. But before I know it, I’m typing out a reply, unable to resist

the urge to be a boss for five minutes.

I’m halfway through responding when the sound of footsteps approaches behind me. “Ahem.”

Startled, I whip around to see Karl standing on the step below me. He has a knowing look on his face,

and a sparkle in his eye.

He moves closer, and for a split second, I’m transported back to a time when this was an everyday

occurrence.

“You’re not working, are you?” he asks, gesturing to the phone in my hand. “You’re supposed to be

enjoying the weekend off.”

an embarrassed shrug, I avert my

for my phone, gently taking it from

of days. Just

exasperated but mostly grateful. He always

“Okay, okay. No more work.

and it’s a smile I’ve missed

of things here, and now I’m free until my meeting. How

you used

…

hasn’t changed much since I

freshly brewed coffee fills the air,

barista seems to remember us, shooting a discreet, knowing look

drinks—black coffee for him and a hazelnut latte

go. Stepping out, we make our way to the nearby park where I used

and Karl occasionally joined me, pretending

was before he started spending too much time as an

say, taking a sip of

smiles. “Some things never

And yet, the more

is fresh, and the world around us feels like

our happier

me. “Don’t look now, but I think we’ve got some

see a couple pointing discreetly at us. A young

she greets, her gaze sliding over to

guard. It’s been ages since I’ve been addressed