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.

walked over to the kitchen to toss the paper

nothing. Just be

will. So… You

“A little.”

spent the next ten minutes preparing a meager meal of grilled

bit of company and another bottle of

returning. Eventually, we made our way

even more wine

it was too much wine. Maybe I should

at the cook-off, I think

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

words slurred.

and heavy in my

ran his hand through his

used to cook together

leaving a heavy

my drunken haze: the two of us

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

hands lifting me up onto the counter, his

tracing my thighs.

was on him. Our