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

we’re both teetering on the edge of something undefined

a cliff and daring to

breaking the moment, his eyes scanning my face

meaning.

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

get me when I really needed someone. The least I could

my voice firmer

if weighing his options, before nodding. “Alright.

softly behind us. The

as we

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

It should help with the

rummage through the cupboard under the sink

grab a clean cloth from the drawer, dousing it in

in the room changes subtly, becoming

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

palpable reminder of the strength that lies

he says, his Adam’s apple moving as he speaks. His voice is

way I

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

think about what it would

maybe. But I quickly push those thoughts

a nice shirt. I’d hate to

just buy another.

close, and my thoughts betray me, drifting to places they have no business

feel of his arms around me, the heat of his lips,

that deep voice. My heart

a little too casual

“I noticed you left the party early tonight without saying goodbye.

eyes meeting mine for just a second before looking away. “I

about.”

answer hangs in the air, like a puzzle missing crucial pieces. I want to

in his expression stops me.

risk with

between us, punctuated only by the sounds of our

as I am to his. And for an instant, I can feel my

close the distance between

cloth now forgotten as we lock

that says more

how dangerously close we are to

complicate everything.

hand. “Wash it when you get

back, his hand lifts to my chin, gently but