Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

A curse slips out of my mouth as I lurch across my living room. My fingers are

clumsy as I fumble with the door handle, but finally, I yank it open. The porch

light filters in, revealing Karl, his figure imposing even in the darkness of the

street outside.

“What are you doing here?” I’m more tired than angry, and a little too drunk for

my own good, leaving my voice harsher than I really intend.

Karl’s eyes scan over me, taking in my haphazard state, before his gaze floats

past me and into the equally haphazard state of my apartment. “Why aren’t you

answering your phone?” he asks. “I’ve been trying to call you. I’m worried.”

Enter title…

doorway, partially to hide his view of the mess in

myself. “I didn’t feel like talking tonight,” I

conveys exactly what I want it to: that

do I

he steps forward, brushing past me

chance to stop him. He

the two wine bottles, and the blooming

carpet with the discarded towel before

reach you. Don’t shut down

I haven’t been looking at my

been… busy.”

folds his arms across his chest and frowns, a look

face. “Doing what? Watching old movies and spilling

at the

arms as though that will somehow protect me.

what? It’s

defensiveness in my tone. I know I shouldn’t

my failure on Karl, who only ever

can’t help it. Right now, I’m angry with the

why.