Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 53

Abby

The sun’s barely peeking over the horizon as I pull open the door to the restaurant.

I can already feel the hustle of a new day, the potential for a fresh start. Walking in, I expect the familiar comfort of an empty space, but I’m met instead with Ethan’s brooding form. His jaw is set tight, his brow furrowed.

He doesn’t look up as I approach.

“Morning,” I greet cautiously, sensing the tension in the air.

He sighs heavily. “Abby... What the hell happened here last night?”

Confused, I follow his gaze. The kitchen. Oh no. My heart skips a beat as memories of last night flood back. The cooking. The laughter. The... moment with Karl.

“What do you mean?” I manage to ask, feigning ignorance.

Ethan’s eyes fix on me, and I can see his irritation. “I’ll show you.” Without waiting for a reply, he leads me into the disaster zone that is the kitchen.

Every counter is smeared with remnants of our late-night feast. Pots and pans are scattered everywhere, some still containing leftover food. The sight makes my stomach churn with guilt. How could I have been so careless?

I feel the heat rise to my cheeks. “I... I was working late last night. Got hungry and...” I trail off, trying to find a good excuse, but words fail me.

Ethan just raises an eyebrow, his expression demanding more.

“And... I forgot to clean up,” I finish lamely, avoiding his gaze.

A beat of silence. Then, “Forgot?” His tone is sharp, filled with disbelief.

My mind races. If he even catches a hint of what transpired with Karl, rumors would spread like wildfire, jeopardizing not only my reputation but potentially the restaurant’s as well.

“I was exhausted,” I murmur.

His eyes scan the kitchen, lingering on a particular spot on the counter, and my heart races. That’s where Karl and I... No. I shake my head mentally. Now’s not the time.

Taking a deep breath, I roll up my sleeves. “I’ll clean this up, Ethan. I’m sorry.”

He sighs, his anger simmering down to annoyance. “Just... be more careful, Abby. This isn’t like you.”

You have no idea, I think grimly. But all I say is, “I promise.”

As he walks away, I’m left with the mess—both the literal one in the kitchen and the tangled one in my heart. As I scrub the counters, my mind can’t help but drift back to last night.

To Karl.

Every spot I clean, every dish I wash, feels like an echo of his presence. The way he smiled, the sound of his laughter, the touch of his lips...

No. I need to stop this. Last night was a mistake. An indiscretion borne out of nostalgia and exhaustion. It shouldn’t have happened. I shouldn’t be thinking about him like this.

The more I scrub, the more I try to erase not just the stains of food but the remnants of those feelings. The confusion. The longing. The regret.

Hours seem to pass as I’m lost in my thoughts, cleaning up my mess in more ways than one. By the time I’m done, the kitchen is spotless—gleaming counters and organized tools. I wish it was as easy to sort out my emotions.

I lean against the counter, the same one where Karl and I shared that moment, and close my eyes. The memory is still fresh, the feelings raw. But this is neither the time nor the place to deal with it.

With a deep sigh, I push away from the counter, reminding myself of my responsibilities, the reputation of the restaurant, and the promises I made to myself.