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

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

about our kiss in

of silence passes between

mean the kiss,” he says softly, looking up at me, his eyes

unreadable. “Abby, I—”

to apologize,” I interrupt.

says. “Don’t apologize. I’m the one

that. It was

widen slightly at Karl’s words. I

isn’t exactly something that the old Karl

taking the bottle from his hands. I take a

hand it back. Our fingers brush and our eyes

“Karl, I…”

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

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

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

in my chest, the yearning to press my lips to his again. Maybe

the way his eyes looked when he

have to ignore it, because Karl

a little, but the unsaid words still hover

heads, watching, waiting.

the wine, as if

deep breath.

at him. The brick

in a weird

brother may wake up

coma.”