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.

shrugged and walked over to the kitchen

“It’s nothing. Just be careful next

nodded. “I will. So…

“A little.”

minutes preparing a

of company and another bottle

we made our way back to the living

shared even more wine on the

I should have cut both of us off,

cook-off, I think we both needed

there despite all of it,” Karl said at

slurred. “Just

thick and heavy

through his hair. “I mean

used to cook together in our

off, leaving a heavy silence between us. Memories

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

flour and baking fails. The two of us

The feeling of Karl’s hands lifting me up

tracing my thighs.

I was on him.