Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 51

Abby

“Alright, paperwork’s done,” Karl declares with an air of finality, piling the last of the filed sheets into a neat stack.

The office is a maze of papers, scattered across the desk and floor, but we’ve managed to conquer the monster of bureaucracy.

I chuckle, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Who knew running a restaurant came with so much... paper?”

Karl snorts. “Did no one warn you?”

I roll my eyes dramatically. “Alright, Mr. Know-It-All. Next is ordering. Let’s head to the kitchen and see what we need.”

He nods, and we make our way to the heart of the restaurant. The stainless steel countertops gleam under the dim overhead lights, and I breathe in the familiar mix of spices and cooked food. There’s something soothing about being here, even when the bustle is gone.

I grab a clipboard and start jotting down a list. “We definitely need more garlic, basil, tomatoes...”

Karl starts peeking into various containers and cupboards, joining in on the inventory. “Don’t forget the mushrooms and parmesan.”

There’s a moment of comfortable silence as we both get absorbed in our task.

Then, from a distance, the soft strumming of a guitar fills the space. It seems one of the staff has left a radio on.

“Is that... Ed Sheeran?” Karl asks, looking up with a smile.

I nod, swaying slightly to the rhythm. “Perfect. I haven’t heard this song in a while.”

My head instinctively bobs to the music as I get back to work. But then, I feel a presence beside me. I look up to see Karl standing beside me, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Dance with me?” he asks.

Shaking my head, I turn away slightly. “You’re ridiculous. We’ve got work to do.”

“C’mon, Abby. We haven’t danced in so long.” Before I can stop him, he reaches out, grabbing my hand and twirling me around.

I quickly pull away as a heat creeps up into my cheeks. “No.”

But it’s too late. With a mischievous laugh, Karl grabs me again, pulling me closer this time. I have no choice but to sway along with him, partially victim to his Alpha aura and partially victim to my own feelings.

Before I know it, the cold, hard kitchen tiles are becoming our dance floor as the soft lyrics echo around us.

As the soft chords of the song fill the kitchen, Karl’s hand finds my waist, pulling me in closer. There’s a gentle pressure as his fingers dance against my back, guiding our movements. Our feet, somehow in sync, tap and slide against the cold tiles, creating a rhythm of their own.

His eyes, intense and warm, lock onto mine. Every turn, every twirl is executed with a fluid grace that sends a rush of memories flooding back.

Despite the time and distance that has come between us, the weight of Karl’s body against mine feels familiar, comforting.

I won’t admit it, but… I’ve missed this.

I remember those nights we used to spontaneously decide to go out, drawn to the thumping beats of dance clubs and the infectious energy they promised. Karl had always been such a good dancer, an unexpected trait for someone of his stature and responsibility.

His steps had a confidence, a surety to them that drew me in. The way he could command a dance floor was akin to the way he led our pack—with authority and finesse. Dancing with him wasn’t just about the steps or the music; it was an unspoken language of passion, understanding, and connection.

I used to love the feeling of being twirled under his arm, the heat of our bodies moving together, the exhilaration of losing ourselves to the beat. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just the two of us and the rhythm that pulsed through our veins.

His voice, low and slightly teasing, breaks my reverie, almost as though reading my thoughts. “Remember how we used to dance the night away? Every weekend, sometimes even on weekdays.”