Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0153
Abby

“Need a hand?”

Just as I’m about to toss the greasy pan into the soapy water to soak overnight and call it a night, I hear

the all-too-familiar voice call out from behind me, and everything seems to stop. It’s all I can do to stiffly

turn around, my eyes widening and my heart pounding.

There he is, standing in the doorway, his hands in his pockets and his hair slightly tousled. I should be

excited to see him, but I’m not.

The nerve of him, showing up like this, after everything.

“Karl?”

“Hey, Abby.” A soft smile graces his lips, but instead of charming me like it used to, it just fills me with

rage.

“Karl, what the hell are you doing here?” My voice comes out so low that it’s hardly more than a growl.

He pauses, as though searching for the right words. Finally, when he speaks, it somehow fills me with

even more rage than before. “I miss you, Abby. Let’s work this out.”

“Work this out?” I think to myself. The thought of it almost makes me laugh, but at the same time, I

can’t hold in my rage anymore. In a knee-jerk reaction, I rip off my apron and hurl it at him, although I

would really prefer to hurl the frying pan instead.

“Get out, Karl!” I spit the words out like venom, my voice laden with a mixture of anger, surprise, and a

hint of betrayal. “You have no right to be here! I’m not working anything out with you!”

Karl, calm and collected as ever, dodges the flying apron. His eyes never leave mine, and his

expression remains surprisingly level and open. He steps forward, cautiously, as if approaching a

wounded animal.

please,” he begins, his voice tinged with an emotion I can’t quite place. “Just

okay?”

booms across the kitchen, but there’s a wavering sense of emotion in

I can’t quite hide. Seeing him makes me want to

once.

week since I last saw him, and yet somehow it feels like

room from one another, I can

demands and takes

if I

wanted to talk to

I scoff, my voice failing to hide the unmistakable waver

what you did with Adam. Leave.

ignoring my icy reception, Karl steps closer. In fact, he does more than

me up against the wall. I

into the warmth

away. I should scream and tell him to get the hell out of my

kitchen. But I can’t.

as I hate to admit it, his arms around me feel like a missing piece snapping back into

her senses heightening at his touch, her anxiety

been accumulating inside me starts to

in here like you still belong,” I say, finally mustering up the strength to

away. It’s my way of trying to put some semblance of distance between us,

it works. “Not after

loosening around me but not entirely breaking our contact. “I

Abby. But I had to see

believe Karl’s audacity, standing here like he still has a right to be a part of

emotions, wrestling with anger, confusion, and a haunting sense of

inside of me, equally agitated and conflicted, although I

at me right now

ashamed of yourself,” I finally snap, glaring at him

ingredients, knowing fully well what they would mean for us—what it would mean

You manipulated the man

he says,

don’t care about his orientation, Karl,” I hiss. “What matters is that you decided to

back. Do you

does

his face turning a shade that stands in stark contrast to

in his. His skin is warm, and for a fleeting second, it’s like a

me back to a past life, a