Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

“Need some company?”

Karl’s eyes slide over to the bottle in my hand, and a slight smirk tugs at the

corners of his lips. He scooches aside and nods for me to join him. “Sure.”

I join him as he leans against the wall. Our shoulders brush as we stand beside

one another, a familiar yet bittersweetly nostalgic current of electricity running up

my spine. I tilt the bottle up to my lips and take a swig, then hand it to him. He

does the same.

“So…” he starts, but then hesitates, the words hanging heavily in the air.

Enter title…

“What’s up?”

“We have a lot to talk about,” he says, peering down into the bottle as he swirls

the wine around.

“Like what happened the other night?” The words escape before I can rein them

in. A hot flush of embarrassment immediately rises into my cheeks; the alcohol

made my lips looser than usual, and I hate to admit it, but

our kiss in

of silence passes

says softly, looking up at

unreadable. “Abby, I—”

I

he says. “Don’t apologize. I’m the one who should

have done that. It was

widen slightly at Karl’s words. I

something that the

myself turning toward him, taking the

hand it back. Our

“Karl, I…”

though reading my mind. “Let’s not talk about it

Right now, you should be focusing on tomorrow. On your

my confusion. “Okay,’ I say, though I can’t deny

my lips to his again. Maybe it’s

or the way his eyes looked when he was in

I have to ignore it, because Karl is

us eases a little, but the unsaid words still hover over

heads, watching, waiting.

the wine, as if

a deep breath. “Can I tell

to look at him. The brick wall feels

in a weird

my brother may wake up soon,”

coma.”