Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 39

Abby

The clinking of wine glasses fills the room as I lead Karl into my living room, gesturing toward the elegantly set dining table.

“See?” I say, pointing out the various dishes, which I’ve rewarmed in the oven since I called Karl. “It’s almost restaurant-worthy.”

“Almost?” He whistles appreciatively, his eyes scanning the assortment of dishes. “You really went all out. What’s the special occasion?”

Glancing down at the black dress that clings to my frame, paired with heels that I’d picked out just for tonight, I feel a flush of embarrassment rise into my cheeks. I knew I was overdressed for just Karl, but it’s too late now.

“It was supposed to be a special evening... with Adam,” I admit.

Karl’s gaze turns inquisitive as he sips his wine. “And he’s…?”

“He canceled. Last minute,” I reply, feeling the sting of the memory. “Like he always does.”

He places his glass down with a sigh. “Abby, I’m sorry.”

I wave my hand dismissively, pushing the negativity aside. “Doesn’t matter now. Let’s eat.”

The next hour is filled with lighthearted conversation, punctuated by appreciative comments about the food. We share anecdotes, stories of our own culinary adventures, and jokes about old times.

As we slowly make our way through bottle after bottle of wine, the room fills with the kind of warmth that only alcohol and good company can bring.

“Never thought I’d see the day when you’d cook for someone else, and it wouldn’t be me,” Karl muses, a slight slur in his voice.

I roll my eyes, but there's a smile on my lips. “Well, maybe if someone hadn’t flaked on me so much...”

Karl smirks. “One thing I never did, Abby, was stand you up.”

I snort, feeling the wine making me bolder than usual. “True. But you did something worse. You divorced me, remember?”

Karl’s smirk fades, replaced by a look of genuine remorse. “I know. Over something that wasn’t even your fault.”

I lower my gaze, the pain of that memory still raw. “You broke my heart, Karl.”

We sit in silence for a moment, lost in memories of what once was. The atmosphere grows thick with unsaid words, the weight of our shared past pressing in from all sides.

Finally, Karl breaks the silence. “I know, Abby. And I want to make it up to you.”

I blink in surprise, staring at him. “You... what?”

“I want to make it up to you,” he repeats, leaning in closer.

The air between us crackles with tension. My mind races, torn between the pain of our past and the pull of the man sitting across from me. I wonder if he’s really changed or if this is just another momentary lapse in his commitment issues.

Our faces are inches apart now. His eyes, once so familiar, now hold a hint of mystery. His breath warms my lips, and for a moment, I’m transported back to a time when we were inseparable.