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.

to the kitchen to toss the paper towels in

“It’s nothing. Just be careful

“I will. So… You

“A little.”

ten minutes preparing a meager meal of grilled

with a bit of company and another bottle

Eventually, we made our way

shared even more wine on

it was too much wine. Maybe I should have

the cook-off, I think we both

there despite

words slurred. “Just

and heavy

through his hair.

we used to cook together in

leaving a heavy silence between us. Memories

in my drunken haze: the two

baking fails. The two of us getting lost in each other,

lifting me up

tracing my thighs.

knew it, I was on him. Our lips were locked,