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

tugs on the blue mask. “This? Don’t take it the wrong

me. I’m supposed to be an

my ex-wife’s city and helping with

nod, recalling one of our first discussions when

the restaurant doesn’t know

he says, taking

about the staff?

spreads through me at his words, the tenderness in his

you. I didn’t expect you to be

a lot

to walk over, probably to hand me the bouquet, but

red-rimmed eyes, the streaked makeup—undeniable

floor, abandoned, and he’s in front of

His hands grip me by both arms, his eyes searching my

you crying?”

happiness that was just there

consider sticking with my

he’ll react if he finds out what

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

concern and confusion, breaks down my

us thickening,

cry, Abby. Please,