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.

walked over to the kitchen to

Just be

will. So…

“A little.”

next ten minutes preparing

with a bit of company and another bottle of wine,

Eventually, we made our way

more wine on

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

that happened at the cook-off,

out there despite all of it,”

his words slurred. “Just like old

thick and heavy

hand through his hair. “I

to cook together in our

leaving a heavy silence

the two of us cooking together, laughing

baking fails. The two of us getting

Karl’s hands lifting

tracing my thighs.

I was on him.