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.

of hope blossoming within. “It’ll be special. Just like old

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

shared memories, planning a little

a weight has been

point, the moment where Adam

schedules. A chance

brought back into my

the night, one last thought drifts through my mind: Adam just

and

…

my eyes darting over the various dresses displayed. I

leave Adam speechless. Pushing the door open, the bell

and I’m greeted by a rush of perfume and the

Chloe waves from one of the dressing rooms. She’s already trying on

its shimmering fabric hugging

herself in the full-length mirror.

her, a stark contrast to the black

I

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

store, past rows of soft silks and delicate laces, until she halts before a rack of co cktail

pulls out a deep blue dress, its fabric gleaming

this,” she

but she shoves it into my hands and pushes me into a dressing

I step out to

know what

give her a grateful smile. “Thanks, Chloe. I really want tonight to be

remind our partners why

transformed by the talented hands at the

my shoulders, framing my face perfectly. My nails are painted a

run to the grocery store, I’m ready to

…

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

beef, organic vegetables, and a bottle of the best

Chloe pops

kitchen? Last time you tried to cook, we almost had to

smile. “Worth a

everything looks amazing.”

into a quick hug. “Thanks for being

casts a warm orange glow over the dining room

in a white lace tablecloth, the silverware gleaming in the soft

—romantic and intimate.