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 paper

“It’s nothing. Just be

“I will.

“A little.”

next ten minutes preparing a meager meal of grilled

a bit of company and another

returning. Eventually, we made our way back to the living room,

more wine on the

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

that happened at the cook-off, I think we both

know, we were a good team out there despite

slurred. “Just like

My tongue felt thick and

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

to cook together in our old

off, leaving a heavy silence

the two of us cooking together, laughing

flour and baking fails. The two of us getting lost

of Karl’s hands lifting

tracing my thighs.

was on him. Our