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

but also partially to steady myself. “I didn’t feel like

tense tone conveys exactly what I want it to: that I need

I need space,

Instead, he steps forward,

stop him. He stands in

the half-eaten takeout food, the two wine bottles, and

carpet with the discarded towel before he finally

reach you. Don’t shut down on

“Well, I

been… busy.”

his arms across his chest and frowns,

face. “Doing what? Watching old

with a pointed look at the bottle on

that will somehow protect me.

what? It’s

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

ever tried his best to

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

why.