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.

over to the kitchen

nothing. Just be careful next

nodded. “I will.

“A little.”

ten minutes preparing a meager

of company and another bottle

our way back to the

even more wine on the

was too much wine. Maybe I should have cut

cook-off, I think

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

slurred. “Just like old

tongue felt thick and heavy in my

and ran his hand through his hair. “I mean it.

to cook together in our

off, leaving a heavy silence

the two of us cooking together, laughing

fails. The two of us getting

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

tracing my thighs.

it, I was on him. Our lips were