#Chapter 132: Gravity in a Wine Bottle
Abby
“Need some company?”
Karl’s eyes slide over to the bottle in my hand, and a slight smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. He scooches aside and nods for me to join him. “Sure.”
I join him as he leans against the wall. Our shoulders brush as we stand beside one another, a familiar yet bittersweetly nostalgic current of electricity running up my spine. I tilt the bottle up to my lips and take a swig, then hand it to him. He does the same.
“So…” he starts, but then hesitates, the words hanging heavily in the air.
“What’s up?”
“We have a lot to talk about,” he says, peering down into the bottle as he swirls the wine around.
“Like what happened the other night?” The words escape before I can rein them in. A hot flush of embarrassment immediately rises into my cheeks; the alcohol tonight has made my lips looser than usual, and I hate to admit it, but I’ve been thinking about our kiss in the pantry a lot tonight.
A beat of silence passes between us.
“You mean t

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