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

“What’s with the surgical

chuckles and tugs on the blue mask. “This? Don’t

anyone recognizing me. I’m supposed

hanging out in my ex-wife’s city

one of our first discussions when

of the staff at the restaurant doesn’t know

Abby,” he says, taking another step closer.

last thing you said about the staff? It was

words, the

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

means a lot that you’re here,

to walk over, probably to hand me the bouquet,

streaked makeup—undeniable signs

flowers drop to the floor, abandoned,

His hands grip me by both arms, his

happened? Why are you crying?” Concern fills

was just there a

a moment, I consider sticking with my initial impulse to downplay

Karl, and I know how he’ll react if he finds

back. But the

breaks

the air between us thickening, charged with a mix

you cry, Abby. Please, tell