Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

The knock on the door interrupts my pity party, and for a split second, I debate

whether or not to even answer it.

But before I can make up my mind, the door creaks open and I catch the sight in

the vanity mirror—Karl, his blue surgical mask lowered, his brown eyes shining

and a bouquet of flowers in hand.

“Karl?” My voice trembles. Seeing him makes my guard lower, and I can feel my

shoulders relax. “I saw you in the audience, and I—”

He steps further into the room, letting the door close softly behind him. “I bought

a ticket secretly. I hope you don’t mind, but I wanted to surprise you,” he says,

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his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.

I feel a smile spreading across my lips. “Thank you. But…” I pause, taking in his

with the surgical

tugs on the blue mask.

didn’t want anyone recognizing me. I’m

my ex-wife’s city and helping with

nod, recalling one of our first discussions when he came to

the restaurant

fantastic out there, Abby,” he says, taking

about the

words,

my raw emotions. “Thank you. I didn’t expect you to

It means a lot that

probably to hand me

red-rimmed eyes, the streaked makeup—undeniable

the flowers drop to the floor, abandoned, and he’s in

both arms, his eyes searching my

happened? Why are you crying?” Concern

that was just there a

sticking with my initial

and I know how he’ll react if he finds out what

I say, taking a step back. But the way Karl looks at

and confusion, breaks

air between us

you cry, Abby. Please, tell