Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 59: Stay Away
The city lights blur past us as Karl drives, the tension in the car so thick I could slice it with a knife. My

mind is still spinning from the events of the last hour—the creepy guy on the subway, the group of

leering men, and then Karl, showing up like a storm, sweeping everything away.

My eyes shift to him for a moment, taking in his stern profile, the jaw set in a hard line. His knuckles are

white on the steering wheel. It’s clear he’s still riled up.

“Hey… Thanks for picking me up,” I finally manage to say, breaking the oppressive silence.

“You don’t have to thank me. It’s the least I could do,” he replies, his eyes never leaving the road. The

words hang in the air, laden with unspoken emotions and thoughts neither of us is willing to navigate

right now.

Soon enough, we pull up in front of my apartment building, and Karl kills the engine. We both sit there

for a moment, contemplating the space between us, both literal and metaphorical.

“Let me walk you up,” he finally says, a subtle softness creeping into his voice.

I hesitate, weighing my options, but then nod. After everything that’s happened so far tonight, some

company up to my apartment door would be appreciated.

“Okay. Thanks, Karl.”

We step out of the car, and as we walk to the building, I can’t help but notice a dark red stain on his

pristine white shirt. It’s blood. My stomach churns at the sight.

“You’re hurt,” I blurt out.

He glances down, a wry smile pulling at his lips. “Don’t worry. It’s not mine.”

Despite the churn of emotions and the image of Karl punching that guy square in the jaw flashing

through my mind, relief washes over me. “Even so, you should get that cleaned before it sets in.”

We reach my apartment door, and I unlock it, pushing it open. The familiar scent of home envelops me,

offering a much-needed sense of normality after what just happened. I gesture inside. “You could come

in for a minute. Let me clean that for you.”

The tension between us is palpable as we stand in the threshold of my apartment. For a moment, it

the edge of something

and

Karl finally asks, breaking the moment,

meaning.

soft chuckle, even though the feelings

to get me when I really needed someone. The least

shirt,” I reply, my voice

just a moment longer, as if weighing

closing the door softly behind us. The apartment is still, the silence

as

stool out from under the kitchen counter, I gesture for him to sit. “Take a seat. I’ll

It should help with

the cupboard

I straighten up and grab a clean cloth

him, the atmosphere in the room changes

breath to steady my nerves, I reach for his

touch, a palpable reminder of the

Adam’s apple moving as he speaks. His voice is deep

way I remember

when he would first wake up in the

a moment, I think about what it would be like to wake up next to him

maybe. But I quickly

shirt. I’d hate to

“I could just buy another.

me, drifting to places they have no

flicker through my mind—the feel of his arms around

deep voice.

my voice a little too casual as I try to steer my thoughts

noticed you left the party early tonight without saying

for just a second before looking away. “I had some things

about.”

of his answer hangs in the air, like a puzzle

but something in his expression stops me. The

risk

by the sounds of our breaths. His sounds

by my closeness as I am to his. And for an instant,

me to close the distance

as we lock eyes.

more than words ever

aware of how dangerously close we are

complicate everything.

murmur, lowering my hand. “Wash it when you get home.

his hand lifts to my chin,