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

on the edge of something undefined and precarious,

a cliff and daring

breaking the moment, his eyes scanning my face

meaning.

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

get me when I really needed someone. The least

reply, my voice firmer than

as if weighing his options,

door softly behind us. The apartment is

footsteps as we head toward

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

It should help with

through the cupboard under the sink

clean cloth from

him, the atmosphere in the room changes subtly,

breath to steady my nerves, I reach for his shirt, gently dabbing

under my touch, a palpable reminder of

apple moving as

way I

of his voice, especially when he would first wake up in the morning. And

what it would be like to wake up next to him

maybe. But I quickly push those thoughts

nothing,” I say. “It’s a nice shirt. I’d hate

“I could just

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

of his arms around

whispered in that deep voice. My heart starts

tonight?” I ask, my voice a little too

noticed you left the party early tonight without

just a second before

about.”

in the air, like a puzzle missing crucial pieces. I

something in his expression stops me. The

to risk

between us, punctuated only by

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

to close the distance between

air, the cloth now forgotten as

more than

suddenly aware of how dangerously close we are to crossing lines

complicate everything.

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

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