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 undefined and precarious, like standing

and daring to peek

you sure?” Karl finally asks, breaking the moment, his eyes scanning my face for

meaning.

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

get me when I really needed

shirt,” I reply, my voice firmer than I

moment longer, as if weighing his options, before

the door softly behind

footsteps as we head

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

should help with the

down while I rummage through the cupboard under the

straighten up and grab a clean cloth from the drawer, dousing it

to him, the atmosphere in the room changes subtly,

nerves, I reach for his shirt, gently dabbing at the dark

my touch, a palpable reminder of the strength that

for this,” he says, his Adam’s apple moving as he speaks.

way I remember

the sound of his voice, especially when he would first wake up in

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

maybe. But I quickly

nice shirt.

just buy

close, too close, and my thoughts betray me, drifting to places they

around me, the heat of his lips, the sound

in that deep voice. My heart starts to

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

party early tonight without saying goodbye. Everything

second before looking away. “I had some things

about.”

the air, like a puzzle

expression stops

risk with

silence between us, punctuated only by the

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

close the distance between

now forgotten as we lock eyes. It’s a moment

more

how dangerously close we

complicate everything.

I murmur, lowering my hand. “Wash it when you

back, his hand lifts to my chin, gently but firmly turning my