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.

heart flutters, a surge of hope blossoming within. “It’ll

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

memories, planning a little for the dinner.

has been lifted

point, the moment where Adam and I rekindle the love

and busy schedules. A chance to forget

he’s brought back into

night, one last thought drifts through my mind: Adam

Just show up, and everything

…

boutique’s window, my

leave Adam speechless. Pushing the door open, the bell

rush of perfume

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

fabric

at herself in the full-length

contrast to the black

“But I

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

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

a deep blue dress, its fabric gleaming like the

Try this,”

it into my hands and pushes me into a dressing room.

my skin, and when I step out

know what

grateful smile. “Thanks, Chloe.

“Sometimes, we need to remind our partners why they fell for us

afternoon, my hair has been transformed by the talented hands at the local

are painted

I’m ready to prepare for my dinner date

…

scent of fresh ingredients fills the air.

and a bottle of the best wine I

the vegetables, Chloe pops

tried to cook, we almost had to call the

shrugs playfully, her freckles dancing with her smile. “Worth a shot! Just wanted to

everything looks amazing.”

into a quick hug. “Thanks for

orange glow over the dining room as I light the candles. The

white lace tablecloth, the silverware gleaming in the soft

—romantic and intimate.