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,

Enter title…

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

on the blue mask. “This?

didn’t want anyone recognizing me. I’m

out in my ex-wife’s city and helping with

of our first discussions when

of the staff at the restaurant doesn’t know about

were fantastic out there, Abby,” he says,

last thing you said about the staff? It was really

words, the tenderness in

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

a lot

hand

eyes, the streaked makeup—undeniable signs

abandoned, and he’s in front of me

hands grip me by both

are you crying?” Concern fills

was just there a

moment, I consider sticking with my initial impulse to

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

say, taking a step back. But the way Karl

concern and confusion, breaks

us thickening, charged

doesn’t make you cry, Abby. Please, tell