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.

kitchen to toss the

be careful next

will. So… You

“A little.”

ten minutes preparing a meager

bit of company and

our way back to the living room,

even more wine on

too much wine. Maybe I should have cut both

the cook-off, I think we both

there despite all

his words slurred. “Just

tongue felt thick and heavy in my mouth. “Old times,

his hand through his hair. “I mean

when we used to cook together in

trailed off, leaving a heavy silence

haze: the

baking fails. The two of

Karl’s hands lifting me up

tracing my thighs.

on him. Our lips were locked, our tongues