Chasing His Kickass Luna Back
Chapter 0315

Karl

“Come on, let's dance.”

Shana's hand slips into mine, her fingers delicate and warm as she pulls me away from Abby. I'm still at a loss for words, both stunned and unbelievably proud of Abby standing up against Emily and her little gang of mean girls. But as soon as it was over, Shana pulled me away, and I didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye to Abby.

And, god, she looks so stunning in her dress. The white reflects the light like a freshwater pearl, the beading creating little rainbows as the lights over the dancefloor land on her. The plunging neckline flatters her in an elegant yet sexy way, and when I got a glimpse of the low back earlier when she turned away to tell off Emily and the other Lunas, I had to look away before my face turned a bright shade of red.

But I shouldn't be thinking about her. I'm with Shana now, and she looks beautiful, too. It would be wrong of me to be looking at my ex-wife when I'm with another woman.

And yet, as we step onto the dance floor, I can't help but feel a pang of unease beginning to blossom in my chest. I wonder if she’s upset about our conversation with Abby, but the way she smiles at me as we begin to dance makes me wonder.

The soft strains of music surround us, and we begin to sway to the rhythm. Shana’s graceful movements and the way her red hair catches the dim light create an enchanting atmosphere. Despite my initial concerns, the dance is surprisingly comfortable, and we fall into a smooth rhythm. But neither of us speaks. It's not a comfortable silence, either. Instead, it feels as though we just... have nothing to talk about. And it's not the first time tonight that it's felt that way.

After a while, however, Shana finally breaks the silence. “Karl, can I ask you something?”

I meet her gaze, a bit apprehensive. God, here it is; she's going to tell me off for talking to my ex- wife. But I couldn't help it. Was I rude earlier when I excused myself to go say hello to Abby? Shit, of course I was. I acted like a jerk. And now she's standing here, staring at me, waiting for me to say something.

"Of course, Shana,” I finally manage. “What's on your mind?”

She studies me for a moment, her eyes searching my face before she takes a deep breath and speaks. “Do you still love Abby?” Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Her question catches me off guard, and I hesitate. “I, um...”

“Be honest,” she says. “I can tell if you're lying. I'm not an idiot, you know.”

"I..1 don't know, Shana,” I finally admit, realizing that she’s right: there's no use in lying. “Abby and I... We've been through a lot, and things have changed.”

I expect Shana to freak out, maybe even to slap me across my face like any woman would. But she doesn't. Instead, she smiles gently, her eyes warm in the glow of the dance floor lights. “I can see the way you look at each other, Karl. It's as if there's still something there, a connection that hasn't faded.”

I shift uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond. “Well, we do share a history, but that doesn’t mean..."

Shana's smile only widens, and she cuts through my hesitation. “Karl, it's okay,” she says, giving my shoulder a squeeze. “You don't have to deny it. Sometimes, the heart knows what it wants.”

I'm taken aback by her understanding, her perception of a situation that I've been trying to ignore for the sake of duty. “Shana, I appreciate your kindness, but you have nothing to worry about. Abby and I..we've moved on."

She chuckles softly, her hand still resting in mine as we dance. “I'm not worried, Karl. In fact, I think you should try to win her back.”

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