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 to toss the

Just be careful next time,

will.

“A little.”

preparing a meager meal

company and another bottle of

our way back to the

even more wine on

wine. Maybe I should have cut both of us off,

the cook-off, I think we both

good team out there despite all of it,” Karl said

slurred. “Just

and heavy in my mouth. “Old

and ran his hand through his hair. “I mean

we used to

trailed off, leaving a heavy silence between us. Memories

my drunken haze: the

The two of us getting lost

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

tracing my thighs.

it, I was on him.