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…

a blend of victory

of noticing the slip of paper sticking out of his pocket

my own

did. I saw this map sticking out of your pocket, soaking wet. Thought it

half in disbelief, half in amusement. “Some things

tucking a strand of hair behind

at me,

to go, aren’t you? No

his. “I have to try, Karl. I can’t

at me for a long, excruciating moment, and I can almost see the gears turning

weighing the importance of my dreams against the dangers

though mustering the courage he

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

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