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

usual, and I hate to admit it,

in the

beat of silence passes between

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

unreadable. “Abby, I—”

apologize,” I interrupt. “I

“Don’t apologize. I’m the one

have done that. It

eyes widen slightly at Karl’s words. I didn’t expect him

that the

the bottle from his hands. I take a

hand it back. Our fingers brush

“Karl, I…”

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

now, you should be focusing on tomorrow. On your

looking away to hide my confusion. “Okay,’ I say, though I can’t

my lips to his

the way his eyes looked when he was

I have to ignore it,

little, but

heads, watching, waiting.

another deep swig of the wine,

takes a deep breath. “Can I tell you

my head to look at him. The

a weird way.

wake up soon,” he

coma.”