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?”

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heart pounding with a blend of victory

the slip of paper sticking out of his pocket with suspicious writing on it, of

it into my own pocket, just in

out of your pocket, soaking wet. Thought it might

in amusement. “Some things never

tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

head, staring at the map then back at me, realizing there’s

aren’t

I reply, my eyes not leaving his. “I

gazes at me for a long, excruciating moment, and I can almost see

risks, weighing the importance of my dreams against the dangers

as though mustering the courage he needs for what he’s

says, finally. His eyes search mine one last time, as if

want. “If you’re going, I’m going with you. There’s no