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…

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

steady myself. “I didn’t feel like

exactly what I want

I

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

the chance to stop him. He

half-eaten takeout food, the two wine bottles,

carpet with the discarded towel before he finally turns back

reach you. Don’t

I haven’t been looking

been… busy.”

his chest

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

at

arms as though that will

so what?

is again: that defensiveness in my tone. I know

Karl, who only ever tried his best to help me win

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

why.