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

looser than usual, and I hate to admit it, but

kiss in

beat of silence passes

kiss,” he says softly, looking

unreadable. “Abby, I—”

to apologize,” I interrupt. “I

“Don’t apologize. I’m the one who

done that. It

slightly at Karl’s words. I didn’t expect him to apologize

something that the old Karl ever

him, taking the bottle from his hands. I take a

it back. Our fingers brush and our eyes

“Karl, I…”

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

now, you should be focusing

to hide my confusion. “Okay,’ I say,

the yearning to press my lips

his eyes looked when he

I have to ignore it, because Karl is

tension between us eases a little, but the unsaid words still

heads, watching, waiting.

of the

takes a deep breath. “Can I tell

to look at him. The brick wall feels cool against my

a weird way.

my brother may wake up soon,” he

coma.”