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

Just be careful

nodded. “I will. So… You

“A little.”

next ten minutes preparing a meager meal of grilled

with a bit of company and another bottle of

our way back to the living room,

shared even more wine on the

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

cook-off, I think we

there despite

slurred. “Just like

My tongue felt thick and heavy in my

through his hair. “I mean

of when we used to cook together in our old

voice trailed off, leaving a heavy silence between us. Memories

in my drunken haze: the two of us

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

of Karl’s hands lifting me up

tracing my thighs.

him. Our lips were