Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 223

Karl

The incessant buzzing of my phone’s alarm is drowned out by the pounding inside my head—a lingering reminder of last night’s… festivities.

Why did I think that having one more whiskey was a good idea? I was already pretty drunk last night by the time I got home, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Abby.

In a feeble attempt to drown those thoughts out and get some sleep, I guess I thought one more drink was the way to go. I still remember raiding the minibar in my apartment and pouring a rather tall glass of whiskey—no ice—which I proceeded to knock back while giving half of my attention to a crappy movie I found on N*****x.

Oh, how I wish I didn’t drink that whiskey. I feel like shit, and I’m not even fully awake yet.

When I finally crack open my eyes, the red digits of the bedside clock glare back at me: 7:15 a.m.

“Shit,” I groan, rubbing my eyes and yawning. “I’m never drinking again.”

My wolf grumbles inside of me, equally as perturbed by my laziness. “You always say that, and then a week from now, you’ll be saying that a ‘little whiskey never hurt anybody.’”

I roll my eyes, running a hand through my unkempt hair. “Thanks, Captain Obvious. I swear, it’s like drinking a sleeping pill or something. I can never get up early enough when I drink, and yet I also feel like I didn’t sleep a wink.”

My wolf chuckles softly. “Maybe so, but you should get up. You might want to check on Abby before the cook-off.”

Abby. Just the mere mention of her name sends a weird tingle down my spine. Memories of last night come flooding back in. She looked so beautiful standing next to me in the alley, leaning against the brick wall, her blonde hair awash like the sunset in the light of the streetlamps.

I wanted to kiss her so badly, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not after what happened last time, and especially not when she has this competition to worry about today.

“Yeah,” I say, although hesitantly. “But I don’t think it’s a good idea to bug her right now. She’s probably already at the studio, caught up in a whirlwind of preparations for the competition. I’ll see her later while I’m watching the competition from the audience.”

Ah, the audience. I wanted to give Abby a little surprise, so I bought a front-row ticket. Actually, I bought tickets for everybody. I figure she will be looking for a familiar face when she steps off the stage, crystal trophy in hand—because she’ll be winning first place, I’m sure of it.