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…

the doorway, partially to hide his view of the mess in

but also partially to steady myself. “I didn’t feel like talking tonight,” I

tone conveys exactly what I want

do I need

Karl doesn’t budge. Instead, he steps forward, brushing past

chance to stop him. He stands in my

takeout food, the two wine bottles, and the

towel before he finally turns back to face

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

“Well, I haven’t

been… busy.”

arms across his chest and frowns, a look

his face. “Doing what? Watching old movies and spilling wine?”

a pointed look at

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

so what? It’s

that defensiveness in my tone.

who only ever tried his best to help me win

I’m angry with

why.