#Chapter 301: Dead of Night
Abby
Reaching my room, Karl opens the door for me, his movements gentle and caring despite the uncomfortable encounter we just had. I stumble inside, the familiarity of my old bedroom bringing an unexpected sense of relief. He helps me to the edge of the bed, and I sit there, swaying slightly, still processing his words from earlier.
“You need to get ready for bed,” Karl says softly, his voice filled with concern.
It’s clear that he thinks I drank too much tonight, and I don’t blame him. I did drink far too much; maybe I was trying to push away the uncomfortable feelings associated with our almost-hookup in the alley, or maybe it was something else.
I nod, my movements sluggish as I lean down and attempt to untie my shoes. It’s a futile effort, though, as my fingers are clumsy from the alcohol.
With a sigh, Karl wordlessly kneels down to assist me, his hands deftly untying the laces.
“Thanks,” I mutter as I watch him, my mind still racing with thoughts surrounding him

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