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 and precarious, like

cliff and

breaking the moment, his eyes

meaning.

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

I really needed someone. The least I could do is

I reply, my voice firmer than I

just a moment longer, as if weighing his

door softly behind us. The apartment

footsteps as we head

stool out from under the kitchen counter, I gesture for him to sit.

should help with

rummage through the cupboard under the sink for

cloth from the drawer,

step closer to him, the atmosphere in the room changes

my nerves, I reach for his shirt, gently dabbing at

under my touch, a palpable reminder of the strength that lies

this,” he says, his Adam’s apple moving as he speaks. His voice is deep and

way I

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

about what it would be like to wake up next to him

But I quickly push

“It’s a nice shirt. I’d hate to see

“I could just

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

flicker through my mind—the feel of his arms around me, the heat

in that deep voice. My

I ask, my voice a little too casual as

noticed you left the party early tonight without

eyes meeting mine for just a second before looking

about.”

the air, like a puzzle missing

but something in his expression stops me. The mood feels too fragile

to risk with hard

only by the sounds

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

close the distance between

now forgotten as

more than words

of how dangerously close we

complicate everything.

it when you

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