Chapter 282 Protected

• Abby
• Karl and I are in the kitchen after our run, making breakfast. The smell of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee fills the air, and after that run, I can’t deny the fact that I’m starving.
• I glance over at Karl, who is engrossed in flipping pancakes on the stove. At least he’s wearing a shirt by now, but his biceps bulge against the sleeves and his chest muscles pop beneath the white fabric. It’s hard not to be attracted to him, but at the same time, I wish I wasn’t. I’m still upset after everything that happened.