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.

the kitchen to toss

nothing. Just be careful next time,

nodded. “I will.

“A little.”

minutes preparing a

a bit of company and another bottle of wine, I found

our way

shared even more wine on the

I should have cut both of us

cook-off, I think we both

good team out there despite all of

slurred. “Just like

thick and heavy in my mouth. “Old times,

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

when we used to cook together in our

a heavy silence between us. Memories

back in my drunken haze: the

of us getting lost in

The feeling of Karl’s hands lifting

tracing my thighs.

him. Our lips were locked,