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 to toss

“It’s nothing. Just be careful

“I will. So… You

“A little.”

minutes preparing a meager meal of grilled

bit of company and another bottle of wine,

made our way back to the

more wine

wine. Maybe I should have cut both of

cook-off, I think we both

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

his words slurred. “Just like

thick and heavy in my

his hand through his hair. “I mean it. It

when we used to cook together

a heavy silence

in my drunken haze: the

two of us

Karl’s hands lifting me up

tracing my thighs.

was on him. Our lips were locked,