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

and a

heart flutters, a surge of hope blossoming within. “It’ll be special. Just like old

“I’ve missed those times, Abby. Tomorrow night,

shared memories, planning a

up, a weight has

be the turning point, the moment where Adam and I rekindle

busy schedules. A

he’s brought back into my

drifts through my mind: Adam just

and everything

…

boutique’s window, my eyes darting

that would leave Adam speechless. Pushing the door open,

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

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

its shimmering fabric hugging her

looking at herself in the full-length

contrast to the black

genuinely. “But I

kling with mischief. “Say no more.” And with

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

out a deep blue dress, its fabric

this,”

hands and pushes me into

when I step out to show

won’t know what hit him,”

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

nods knowingly. “Sometimes, we need to remind our partners why they fell

has been transformed by the talented hands at the local salon. Waves

are painted

And after a run to the grocery store, I’m ready to prepare for my

…

fresh ingredients fills the air. I’ve splurged on

beef, organic vegetables, and a bottle of the

slice the vegetables, Chloe pops her head in. “Need

chuckle. “You? In the kitchen? Last time you tried to

her freckles dancing with her smile. “Worth a shot! Just

everything looks amazing.”

a quick hug. “Thanks for being

glow over the dining

lace tablecloth, the silverware gleaming

—romantic and intimate.