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.

and walked over to the kitchen to

“It’s nothing. Just be careful

will. So… You

“A little.”

ten minutes preparing a meager meal of

bit of company and

made our way back

shared even more wine on the

was too much wine. Maybe I should have cut both of

that happened at the cook-off, I

out there despite all of

words slurred. “Just

and heavy in my mouth.

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

used to

a heavy silence between us. Memories

the

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

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

tracing my thighs.

him. Our lips were locked,