Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 37: Late Again
Abby

The once golden glow of the candles seems dull now. The shadows in the room stretch longer, a stark

contrast to the beautifully set table, pristine and untouched. The wine, once poured with anticipation,

sits still, a silent witness to my growing anxiety. The aroma of the truffle oil, once intoxicating, now only

serves as a bitter reminder of the love I had poured into preparing for this evening.

The clock on the wall seems to mock me with its relentless ticking, each second stretching into an

eternity. My phone lays idle beside me, and the absence of a call or message from Adam weighs

heavily on my heart.

Trying to ward off the budding dread, I take a deep breath and dial his number. “Maybe he’s stuck in

traffic or something,” I think to myself. “Or, g od forbid, he got into an accident.”

After dialing his number, I hold my phone up to my ear with a shaky hand. The soft hum of the ringtone

echoes in the silence.

After what feels like a lifetime, he answers. The din of background noises hits me instantly—shouts,

laughter, the unmistakable hustle and bustle of his restaurant.

My stomach sinks. He’s working. I should have known better.

“Adam?” My voice quivers slightly.

“Abby? What’s up?”

His casual tone catches me off guard, and I try to steady myself. “What’s up? Seriously? You were

supposed to be here over an hour ago!”

“Oh…right. About that,” he starts, his voice hurried and distracted. “Look, Abby, I got swamped here.

Thought maybe you wouldn’t mind if I sat this one out. You know, have dinner by yourself? You can

save me some leftovers for tomorrow, right?”

Tears pr ick at my eyes, and I feel a twinge of anger. “This wasn’t just about the food, Adam! It was

spending time together, reconnecting. This was about

I actually wanted you to follow

he interrupts. “Don’t make a mountain out

promised,” I whimper, biting my lip to keep it from quivering.

“I’m sorry, Abbs. I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. We see

you know?”

me out?”

like last week, when I took you out for drinks

request, might I

I say, pinching the bridge of my nose in annoyance,

have gone with me if you had been able to work that night. It

restaurant and

teeth on the other

gone to work that night, I would have, Abby. You know how

is to me. But we

would have rather gone to

is like

Abbs,” he pr ods. “Admit it: we had fun. It was a

having fun, Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing and the

just like you always do when we’re together. It’s like… It’s like you

unless

a moment. The sounds of the bustling kitchen

I can hear him put his hand over the

it only makes my blood boil

he finally says. “Of course

grit my teeth, not wanting to get into that aspect anymore. I’ve noticed how much Adam likes to

but that’s his own problem to solve, not

I hesitate, the hurt from

intimate with me.”

details—the vibrant colors of the fresh roses, the

sway of the lace curtains from the soft evening breeze. It

few hours ago.

silent again, this time for

“Adam?” I call out.

talk about it,” he

What about our relationship?” I ask, my voice

Abby. But my restaurant needs me right now, and I

just reschedule?”

stream down my face,

suggest that? I put my heart and soul into

just push