Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0123
Karl

The sun is barely hovering above the h orizon as I pull up in front of Abby’s apartment building on

Friday morning.

I can’t help but smile as I think about the day ahead of us. My black car idles, the hum of its engine

drowned out by the pop song playing on the radio—a song I can easily imagine Abby singing along to,

although I don’t personally care for that kind of music myself.

With a deep breath, I turn off the engine and grab the to-go cup of her favorite coffee from the cup

holder.

She opens the door almost as soon as I knock, as though she was standing there, waiting. There’s a

look in her eyes that makes it seem as though she’s still on the fence about going. But the second her

eyes meet mine, the tension in her shoulders eases. Just a bit.

“Good morning,” I greet, handing her the coffee. “Figured you could use this.”

She grins, taking a sip immediately. “You read my mind.”

There’s a slight silence for a few moments. My eyes scan the inside of her apartment, where a bag sits

on the floor behind her; it’s packed haphazardly, no doubt. She’s never been the neatest traveler.

“Oh, one more thing,” she says before I can say anything. She slips her phone out of her pocket and

begins tapping furiously on the screen while her coffee cup balances precariously in the crook of her

have to

tching both the phone and the coffee cup away. “And

Just enjoy your time

of hers, but finally

“You’re right.”

The morning sun streams

amber glow. I plug in my phone and shuffle through a playlist

long drive ahead.

says, her fingers

hit play, and the first chords of a nostalgic song—one that played at our wedding—fill

shaking her

a classic,” I defend, bobbing my head to

twitch upwards into a smile, but it quickly fades. I

out of her coffee cup.

forth to the song, ever so slightly. And that’s

been riding in comfortable silence for about half an hour when Abby suddenly points to a

off

that place?”

she’s pointing, spotting the outline of an

days. “Ah, the Woodpecker Inn,” I say, a smile forming on my own

than once.”

voice taking on a more nostalgic tone. “You proposed to me

head. “Your memory is betraying you. I actually proposed at that

city. What was it called—La

gives me a sideways look. “Karl, you’ve got it all

fireplace where

voice trails off momentarily, leaving space where our

not to think about it, because if I do, I’ll get

car off the road.