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

paper sticking out of his

into my own pocket, just in

I saw this map sticking out of your pocket, soaking

half in disbelief, half in amusement. “Some things never

of hair behind my ear. “Especially

at me, realizing there’s no way

going to go, aren’t you? No matter what I

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

I can almost see the gears

importance of my dreams against

a deep breath, as though mustering the

last time, as if making sure this is what I want,

going, I’m going with you.