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 time,

“I will.

“A little.”

spent the next ten minutes preparing a meager meal of

of company and

we made our way

shared even more wine on

too much wine. Maybe I should have cut both of

at the cook-off, I think we both needed

out there despite all of it,”

words slurred. “Just

thick and heavy in

ran his hand through his

to cook together in our old

trailed off, leaving a heavy silence between us.

drunken haze: the two of us cooking together,

and baking fails. The two of us getting lost

lifting me up onto the counter,

tracing my thighs.

knew it, I was on him. Our lips were locked, our tongues