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 toss the paper towels

be careful

nodded. “I will.

“A little.”

ten minutes preparing

with a bit of company and another bottle

Eventually, we made our way back to

shared even more wine on the

was too much wine. Maybe I should have cut

that happened at the cook-off,

team out there despite all of it,” Karl

his words slurred. “Just like old

felt thick and heavy in my mouth.

and ran his hand through his

used to

leaving a heavy

drunken haze: the

two of us getting lost

feeling of Karl’s hands lifting

tracing my thighs.

I knew it, I was on him. Our lips were