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

if we’re both teetering on the edge of something undefined and precarious,

a cliff and daring

the moment, his eyes scanning my face

meaning.

a soft chuckle, even though the

needed someone. The least I

shirt,” I reply, my voice

a moment longer, as if weighing his options,

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

of our footsteps as we head

out from under the kitchen counter, I gesture for him

It should help

rummage through the cupboard under the sink

clean cloth from the drawer, dousing it in the clear

to him, the atmosphere in the

reach for his

a palpable reminder of

apple moving as he speaks. His

way I remember

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

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

But I quickly push those

I say. “It’s a nice shirt. I’d hate to see

could just buy another. But

betray me,

his arms around me, the

in that deep

voice a little too casual as I try to steer

you left the party early tonight without saying goodbye. Everything

hesitates, his eyes meeting mine for just a second before looking away. “I had some things

about.”

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

but something in his expression stops me. The mood feels

risk with

punctuated only by the sounds

he’s just as affected by my closeness as I am to his. And for

to close the distance between

in the air, the cloth now forgotten as

that says more than

how dangerously close we are to crossing lines that

complicate everything.

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

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