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

“It’s nothing. Just be careful

nodded. “I will. So… You

“A little.”

preparing a meager

a bit of company and another bottle of

our way back to the

shared even more wine

much wine. Maybe I should have cut both of

that happened at the cook-off, I think we

out there despite all of

slurred. “Just like old

felt thick and heavy in my mouth.

through his hair. “I mean it. It reminded me

we used to cook together in our

trailed off, leaving a heavy silence

drunken haze: the two of us cooking

fails. The two of us getting

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

tracing my thighs.

I was on him.