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.

and walked over to the kitchen

be

nodded. “I will.

“A little.”

ten minutes preparing a meager

of company and another bottle of wine, I

returning. Eventually, we made our way

even more wine

wine. Maybe I should have cut both of

happened at the cook-off, I think we

out there despite all

words slurred. “Just

felt thick and heavy in my mouth. “Old

ran his hand through his

used to cook together in our

voice trailed off, leaving a heavy silence between

haze: the two of us cooking

of us getting

hands lifting

tracing my thighs.

was on him. Our lips were locked, our tongues exploring