Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 36: A Hopeful Effort
Abby

My fingers tap anxiously against the table as I dial Adam’s number. After a few rings, his voice, smooth

and deep, answers. “Hello?”

“Adam,” I start, trying to steady my voice, “It’s me.”

There’s a slight pause on the other end. “Hey, Abbs. What’s up?”

I take a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking ever since what happened the other night… we’ve been so

caught up lately with everything, and I thought maybe we could have a candlelit dinner tomorrow night.

Just the two of us. No distractions.”

Another pause. Then, a soft chuckle comes through. “Sounds… unexpected. But I’m in. Why not?”

The relief is immediate, but I need more assurance. Adam has been late or flaked on me way too many

times for me to take his initial word for it. “You promise you’ll be there? Eight o’clock?”

There’s a sigh from the other end. “Abby, you know I’m always busy, but if you want this, then yes, I

promise. I’ll be there.”

“But Adam,” I say, my voice quivering slightly, “I need you to really promise. Swear on it.”

“Okay, okay,” he laughs, the tone light, “I swear on it. I’ll be there.”

I can’t shake off a nagging feeling. “I just… I need this, Adam. I need to feel that connection again, that

it’s just you and me. No distractions. And I need you to be on time. It’s going to hurt me a lot if you’re

late or if you flake out on me.”

There’s a few moments of silence. Then, in a tender tone, he says, “Abby, I know we’ve had our ups

and downs, and I know I’ve been…preoccupied lately. But I promise I’ll be there tomorrow. I wouldn’t

miss it for the world.”

His words soothe the unease in my heart, at least for the moment. “Thank you, Adam,” I reply. “I just

want us to have a night where it’s all about us.”

He chuckles again. “It’s been a while since we had one of those, hasn’t it? I’m looking forward to it. Just

me, and a candlelit dinner. Sounds

hope blossoming within. “It’ll be special. Just

in agreement. “I’ve missed those times, Abby. Tomorrow night, it’ll be

about some shared memories, planning a little for the dinner. And as

weight has

point, the moment where Adam

busy schedules. A chance to forget all

brought back into

one last thought drifts through my mind:

and everything might be

…

my eyes darting

special, a dress that would leave Adam speechless. Pushing the door open, the

rush of perfume

of the dressing

its shimmering fabric hugging her

think?” she twirls, looking at herself in the full-length mirror. Her auburn hair

contrast

genuinely. “But I need

twi kling with mischief. “Say no more.” And with that, she pulls me

laces, until she halts before a rack of co

a deep blue dress, its fabric

this,”

shoves it into my hands and

and when I step out to show Chloe,

what

give her a grateful smile. “Thanks, Chloe. I

to remind our partners why they fell for us

hair has been transformed by

framing my face perfectly. My nails are painted a subtle shade

I’m ready to prepare for my dinner date

…

the scent of fresh ingredients fills the air. I’ve

organic vegetables, and a bottle of the

I slice the vegetables, Chloe pops

“You? In the kitchen? Last time you tried to cook, we almost had to call the fire

with her smile. “Worth a shot!

everything looks amazing.”

pull her into a quick hug. “Thanks for being

setting sun casts a warm orange glow over the dining room as I light the candles. The table

tablecloth, the silverware gleaming

—romantic and intimate.