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

Just be careful next

will. So… You

“A little.”

preparing a meager meal of

of company and

Eventually, we made our way back

shared even more

too much wine. Maybe I should

happened at the cook-off, I

good team out there despite all of

slurred. “Just like old

tongue felt thick and heavy in

his hair. “I mean it.

of when we used to cook together in

trailed off, leaving a heavy silence between

haze: the

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

hands lifting me up

tracing my thighs.

was on him. Our lips were locked, our tongues exploring