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…

heart pounding with a blend of victory and trepidation. Memories of last night flood

sticking out of his pocket with suspicious writing on

slipping it into my

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

in

hair behind my ear.

the map then back at me,

“You’re going to go, aren’t you? No

know me too well,” I reply, my eyes not leaving his. “I have

and I can almost see the gears turning

the risks, weighing the importance of my dreams

a deep breath, as though mustering the courage he needs for what he’s about

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

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