Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

His eyes are intense, unwavering as they lock onto mine. “If getting close means putting you in danger,

then yes. We have to let it go. I’m sorry, Abby.”

I exhale, a shuddering breath that does nothing to quell the turmoil inside me.

The tension between us could be sliced with a knife. Part of me considers letting Karl win this round. But I

can’t let this go. I just can’t.

Instead, I reach into my bag and pull out a crumpled piece of paper, holding it up in front of him. It’s waterstained and a little tattered, but clearly a hand-drawn map.

“Recognize this?” I ask, my voice filled with a challenge.

Karl’s eyes widen, and for a moment, he’s the one who looks like he’s seen a ghost. “You pickpocketed

me? Last night, when I came in here soaking wet?”

Enter title…

victory

of noticing the slip of paper sticking out of

my own pocket, just

of your pocket,

half in amusement. “Some things never change,

of hair behind my ear. “Especially not my knack

the map then back at me, realizing

go, aren’t you? No matter what I

leaving his. “I have to try, Karl. I can’t let this

at me for a long, excruciating moment, and I

my dreams against

breath, as though mustering the courage he

one last time, as if making sure

with you. There’s no