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

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

in the pantry a

of silence passes

softly, looking up at

unreadable. “Abby, I—”

to apologize,” I interrupt. “I shouldn’t

he says. “Don’t apologize. I’m the

have done that. It was

Karl’s words. I didn’t

isn’t exactly something that the

taking the bottle from his

then hand it back. Our fingers

“Karl, I…”

head as though reading my mind. “Let’s

you should be focusing on tomorrow. On

blink, looking away to hide my confusion.

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

his eyes looked when he

it, because Karl

a little, but the unsaid words still hover

heads, watching, waiting.

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

breath. “Can I

at him. The brick wall feels

a weird way.

sighs. “So, my brother may wake up soon,” he says quietly.

coma.”