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…

smirk, my heart pounding with a blend of victory and trepidation.

of his pocket with suspicious writing on it,

it into my own

of

exhales, half in disbelief, half in amusement.

a strand of hair behind my ear. “Especially not my

shakes his head, staring at the map then back at

go, aren’t you? No

me too well,” I reply, my eyes not leaving his. “I have to try, Karl.

for a long, excruciating moment, and I can almost

the importance of my dreams

the courage he

eyes search mine one last time, as

I’m going with you.