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

be careful

nodded. “I will.

“A little.”

the next ten minutes preparing a meager meal

a bit of company and another bottle of wine, I found

made our way back to

more wine on

it was too much wine. Maybe I should have cut both of us off,

that happened at the cook-off, I think

were a good team out there

words slurred. “Just like

thick and heavy in my mouth.

hand through his hair. “I

to cook together in

a heavy silence between

in my drunken haze: the two of us cooking

fails. The two of us getting

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

tracing my thighs.

I knew it, I was on him.