Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 254

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.”

And then, there it was. His fingers on me, cool and smooth. He began rubbing my clit, slowly and gently at first, but then more firmly as my moans began to float through the air.

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.

Or did I?

Suddenly, I opened my eyes. I don’t know exactly what propelled me, but I suddenly pushed him away, scrambling to my feet. There was a heavy silence between the two of us for what felt like an eternity as we stared at each other, wide-eyed, unblinking and out of breath.

“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.