Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

His gaze finally breaks from mine, looking at anything but my face. “I was just

checking something,” he says, his voice so low it’s a whisper.

“Oh, you were ‘checking something?’” I echo, my tone chalk full of disbelief. “By

switching labels and possibly ruining our dish? Hm?”

He opens his mouth, then closes it again, the perfect picture of guilt.

“I was just…” He stammers, his voice trailing off.

I can’t take it anymore. I’m getting those truffles—the real black truffles, the ones

that are balled up in his filthy little hand, about to be slipped into his pocket—for

Abby, one way or another.

Enter title…

thinking of a plan, I find myself

adrenaline of the competition, and snatch the truffles out of

call out, loud enough for the others to hear.

you up to this?”

as the truffles come into my possession,

suddenly, he’s cradling his

pain.

my wrist! You

“I did no such thing! I didn’t

you!”

the pantry walls, drawing eyes toward us like moths to

falls deathly silent, save for

direction, eager to capture this drama

didn’t touch him! He’s

evidence of his deceit. “He was

truffles and—”

it’s too late; the narrative has shifted, and I can see it in the