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

kiss in

silence passes between

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

unreadable. “Abby, I—”

I interrupt. “I shouldn’t

“Don’t apologize. I’m the one who should be apologizing.

It was insensitive and

Karl’s words. I

the old Karl ever liked to

taking the bottle from his hands. I take

back. Our fingers

“Karl, I…”

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

be focusing

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

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

way his eyes looked when he

have to ignore it, because Karl is right. “Tomorrow.

us eases a little, but the unsaid

heads, watching, waiting.

swig of the wine, as if fortifying

deep breath. “Can I tell you

look at him. The brick wall feels cool against my

a weird

may wake up soon,” he says

coma.”