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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pounding with a blend of victory

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

into my own pocket,

I saw this map sticking out of your

half in amusement. “Some things never change, do

strand of hair behind

his head, staring at the map then back at me, realizing there’s no way he’s going

aren’t you? No matter

I reply, my eyes not leaving his. “I have to try, Karl. I can’t let this

excruciating moment, and I can

risks, weighing the importance of my dreams against the dangers ahead of

though mustering the courage he needs for what he’s

eyes search mine one last time, as

going with you. There’s no way I’m letting you go into