Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

I move toward the standing mixer, throwing ingredients in, taking care to

measure with conviction. Cooking is one thing, but making is another; there is

no room for measuring mistakes. An extra tablespoon of sugar could ruin the

whole dish.

Karl grins, his voice cutting through the tension. “Don’t forget to breathe, Abby,”

he reminds me, shooting me a wink from across the table.

I let out a breath. “I’m breathing.”

“Yeah, sure,” he says, sliding the bowl of lemon zest toward me. “Everyone

knows that breathing involves keeping your chest perfectly still, your shoulders

stiff, your face red.”

Enter title…

but chuckle. “Alright, fine. You’ve

sync for a little while longer, zesting

than I expected, but

I reach for the nutmeg—only to pop open the

scent of

eyes narrowing. “That’s

not.” I frantically search for the

up.” I pick up another jar,

the jar, labeled ‘cinnamon’ this

“Paprika in the cinnamon jar? What’s going

here?”

reaching into our spice cupboard up to

out another jar labeled ‘nutmeg’ and hands it to

is bound to be the right one. The other must have gotten

at the clock makes my heart

spices than I would have liked,

is on me, documenting my struggle.

and get back to