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 ofst night’s overindulgence in wine.


    I prop myself up on one elbow, the room swaying slightly, and my gazends 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 toe back.


    “There,” Karl said, standing and admiring his handiwork. Several paper towels and two cans of club


    sodater, 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.


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    “Thanks… I appreciate it,” I said, finally ncing 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


    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


    cook together in our old house…”


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


    haze: the two of us cooking together,ughing 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 nket you can use. Here.” I grabbed a thick


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