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 to toss the paper towels in

Just be careful

nodded. “I will. So… You

“A little.”

preparing

a bit of company and another bottle of wine, I

we made our way back

more wine on

Maybe I should

that happened at the cook-off, I think we both

out there despite all of

slurred. “Just like

thick and heavy

and ran his hand through his hair. “I mean

used to cook together in our old

leaving a heavy

haze: the two of us cooking together, laughing

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

lifting

tracing my thighs.

knew it, I was on him. Our lips