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.”

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lean against the doorway, partially to hide his view of the mess

“I didn’t feel like

what I

I

doesn’t budge. Instead, he steps forward,

him. He stands in my entryway, looking

food, the two wine bottles, and the blooming

with the discarded towel before he finally turns back to

trying to reach

I haven’t been looking at my phone.

been… busy.”

chest and frowns,

what? Watching old movies and spilling

at the bottle on the

cross my own arms as though that will somehow protect

what?

again: that defensiveness in my tone. I know I shouldn’t

who only ever tried his best to help me win

help it. Right now, I’m angry with the world, and I don’t entirely

why.