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

both teetering on the edge of something

of a cliff and daring to

the moment, his eyes

meaning.

say with a soft chuckle, even though the feelings inside of me

get me when I really needed someone. The least I

my voice firmer

if weighing his

inside, closing the door softly behind

our footsteps as we head toward the

kitchen counter, I gesture for him to sit. “Take

soda. It should

sitting down while I rummage through the cupboard under the sink for

and grab a clean cloth

closer to him, the atmosphere in the room changes subtly, becoming

nerves, I reach for his shirt, gently

touch, a palpable reminder of the strength that

Adam’s apple moving as

I

voice, especially when he would first wake up in the

would be like to wake up next to

I quickly push

nothing,” I say. “It’s a nice shirt. I’d hate to see it get

just buy another. But

my thoughts betray me, drifting

mind—the feel of his arms around me, the heat of his

deep voice. My heart starts

you go tonight?” I ask, my voice a little too casual as I try

you left the party early tonight without

a second before looking

about.”

his answer hangs in the air, like a puzzle missing

dig deeper, but something in his expression stops me. The mood feels too fragile to probe,

to risk with

by the

I am to his. And for an instant, I

close the

in the air, the cloth now forgotten as we lock eyes. It’s a moment that

that says more than

eyes drop to the floor, suddenly aware of how dangerously close we are

complicate everything.

done,” I murmur, lowering my hand. “Wash it when you get home. It should come

step back, his hand lifts to my chin, gently but