Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

The morning light creeping through the slits of the blinds pulls me from sleep.

There’s a throbbing ache nestled behind my eyes, a telltale sign of last night’s

overindulgence in wine.

I prop myself up on one elbow, the room swaying slightly, and my gaze lands on

the bedroom door. Beyond it, I know he’s still there. Karl, sleeping on my couch.

Last night feels like a haze, but it slowly begins to come back.

“There,” Karl said, standing and admiring his handiwork. Several paper towels

and two cans of club soda later, the red stain was finally out of my carpet. I

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stood beside him, nervously picking at my lip, as we stared down at where the

stain used to be.

“Thanks… I appreciate it,” I said, finally glancing up to meet his gaze.

kitchen

nothing. Just be careful

nodded. “I will. So…

“A little.”

the next ten minutes preparing a

of company and another bottle of wine, I

Eventually, we made our way back

shared even more wine

I should have cut both of us

at the cook-off, I think we both needed

good team out there despite

his words slurred.

My tongue felt thick and heavy in

and ran his hand through his hair. “I mean it. It reminded me

when we used to cook together in our

voice trailed off, leaving a heavy silence between us. Memories

my drunken haze: the two of us cooking together, laughing

The two of us getting lost in each

of Karl’s hands lifting me up onto the counter, his

tracing my thighs.

was on him. Our