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 the mess in my

to steady myself. “I

my tense tone conveys exactly what I want it to:

do I need space,

Instead, he steps forward, brushing past

to stop him. He stands in my entryway,

half-eaten takeout food, the two wine bottles,

before he finally turns back to

everyone’s been trying to reach you. Don’t shut down

ever so slightly. “Well, I haven’t

been… busy.”

chest and frowns,

his face. “Doing what? Watching old movies

a pointed look at

that will somehow protect me. “Maybe,”

so what?

sighs. There it is again: that defensiveness in my

on Karl, who only ever

angry with

why.