Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chatper 252

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…

hide his view of the mess

“I

what I want it to: that

I need space,

budge. Instead, he steps forward, brushing

to stop him. He stands

food, the two wine bottles,

discarded towel before he finally turns back

been trying to reach you. Don’t shut

eyes narrow ever so slightly. “Well, I

been… busy.”

folds his arms across his chest and frowns, a

his face. “Doing what? Watching old

with a pointed look at the bottle

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

so what? It’s my

defensiveness in my

ever tried his best to help

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

why.

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