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.

to the kitchen to toss the paper

nothing. Just be

nodded. “I will. So…

“A little.”

next ten minutes preparing a

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

Eventually, we made our way back to the living

even more wine on the

wine. Maybe I should have cut

that happened at the cook-off, I think

we were a good team out there despite all of it,”

slurred. “Just like old

and heavy in my mouth. “Old

ran his hand through his hair. “I

to cook together in our

a heavy

my drunken haze: the two

baking fails. The two of

feeling of Karl’s hands lifting me up onto the

tracing my thighs.

I knew it, I was on him.