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

our kiss in the pantry a

silence passes

softly, looking up at me,

unreadable. “Abby, I—”

want to apologize,” I interrupt.

“Don’t apologize. I’m the one who

have done that. It was

I

that the old Karl

taking the bottle from his hands.

it back. Our fingers brush and

“Karl, I…”

though reading my mind. “Let’s not

Right now, you should be focusing on tomorrow. On

blink, looking away to hide my confusion. “Okay,’ I say, though I

the yearning to press my lips to his again. Maybe it’s

way his eyes looked when he was in the

to ignore it,

a little, but the unsaid

heads, watching, waiting.

takes another deep swig of the wine, as if fortifying himself for

takes a deep breath. “Can I tell you

look at him. The brick wall feels cool against my

a

may wake up

coma.”