Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 336

Abby

After we shake on our new agreement, I can’t help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. It feels as if a weight has been lifted off of my chest, and I can finally breathe a little easier; all thanks to a promise to keep things casual and take it slow for now.

I look at Karl and smile, grateful for his understanding.

“Let’s have breakfast,” I say, meeting his gaze. “What are you hungry for?”

He shrugs. “I’ll take you out. Anywhere you want to go, just tell me. Ask, and it’s yours.”

The thought of going out together sounds nice, but at the same time, I think it’s better if we just stay at home. “How about I make us something instead?” I ask. “Maybe going out right now isn’t the best idea if we want to keep things private, and besides; I’m too tired after yesterday to go anywhere.”

Karl nods, his eyes filled with a mixture of tenderness and desire. “Whatever you want,” he says.

While Karl is putting on something a bit more comfortable, I head into the kitchen and start brewing the coffee. While it’s brewing, I pull eggs, cheese, and milk out of the fridge. A few moments later, the sound of Karl’s footsteps approaches, and I turn to face him.

“Omelet?” I ask, holding up the ingredients.

He nods as a smile flickers across his face. “You always made the best omelets.”

I chuckle. “I know I do.”

I get to work mixing the eggs and milk into a bowl along with various spices. Karl puts on some music over the bluetooth speaker, and soon the kitchen is filled with the sounds of pop tunes and sizzling pans.

“You know I’ll have to go home after this,” Karl says as he leans on the counter, watching me. “I don’t want you to take that the wrong way.”

I meet his gaze from across the counter and shoot him a sideways look. “I know.”

He doesn’t say anything else, and neither do I. Truthfully, I’m still a little sad that he has to go home to his pack; but at the very least, I feel a sense of hope now that we’ve come to our agreement—hope that maybe, just maybe, it doesn’t have to mean goodbye. Not yet, at least.

My wolf is happy as Karl turns up the music. I find myself bobbing along to it as I cook, sprinkling shredded cheese and chopped mushrooms into the egg and then carefully folding it over. Karl’s laughter is infectious as he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, swaying along with me.

As we wait for the omelets to cook, I sit up on the counter, swinging my legs back and forth. I watch Karl move around the kitchen, his movements confident and sure.

He looks so at ease, so comfortable in his own skin. I missed this; seeing his body in the mornings, shirtless, his hair tousled from sleep.

And then, without thinking, I reach out and pull him close, pressing my lips to his. It’s a soft, tender kiss as I tangle my fingers through his hair. His hands slip up the back of my shirt and wander my waist.

For a moment, I’m back in our old kitchen, and it’s like we were never divorced. And for that fleeting moment, it’s almost as if I’ve forgotten that we’re no longer together.

But as we break the kiss, reality comes crashing back in. We’re not there yet, and I have to remind myself of that.

Karl, oblivious to the turmoil in my heart, smiles at me. “I missed this,” he says, his voice low and husky.

I don’t answer. Instead, I hope down from my perch and make my way back over to the stove, where the omelets are begging to be flipped. Karl watches me for a moment, but says nothing.

I think we both know the dangers of getting too close too fast. And I know it sucks, but if we want this to work down the road, we have to be careful. For both of our sakes.