Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0254

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 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.

He shrugged and walked over to the kitchen to toss the paper towels in the trash. “It’s nothing. Just be

careful next time, alright?”

I nodded. “I will. So… You hungry?”

“A little.”

We spent the next ten minutes preparing a meager meal of grilled cheeses. Surprisingly, with a bit of

company and another bottle of wine, I found my appetite returning. Eventually, we made our way back

to the living room, where we shared even more wine on the couch.

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

happened at the cook-off, I think we both needed it.

“You know, we were a good team out there despite all of it,” Karl said at one point, his words slurred.

“Just like old times.”

I chuckled. My tongue felt thick and heavy in my mouth. “Old times, huh?”

He nodded and ran his hand through his hair. “I mean it. It reminded me so much of when we used to

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His voice trailed off, leaving a heavy silence between us. Memories came floating back in my drunken

haze: the two of us cooking together, laughing over spilt flour and baking fails. The two of us getting

lost in each other, covered in sugar. The feeling of Karl’s hands lifting me up onto the counter, his

fingers tracing my thighs.

Before I knew it, I was on him. Our lips were locked, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. My

fingers were tangled in his hair, a soft moan escaping his lips as I tugged him closer, grinding my hips

on him.

He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes. “I miss you, Abby,” he murmured.

“Shh.” I closed the distance between us again, my lips pressing against his. I didn’t want to talk right

now. Didn’t want to think.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, and there I was again. Back in our old kitchen, Karl between

my legs, his breath hot on my ear. I needed this. I wanted this.

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“Abby…”

“I need to go to sleep,” I murmured. “There… There’s a blanket you can use. Here.” I grabbed a thick

blanket off of the back of my armchair and shoved it in his face.