#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