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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against the doorway, partially to hide his view of

myself. “I didn’t feel like

conveys exactly what I want it to: that I need

do I

budge. Instead, he steps forward, brushing

He stands in my entryway, looking

food, the two wine bottles, and the

the discarded towel before he finally turns back to

to reach you.

ever so slightly. “Well, I haven’t been looking

been… busy.”

chest and frowns, a

what? Watching old movies

at the bottle

arms as though that will somehow protect me. “Maybe,”

what? It’s my

again: that defensiveness in my tone. I

my failure on Karl, who only ever tried his

it. Right now, I’m angry with the world,

why.