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

This was about you

once, I actually wanted you

Abby,” he interrupts. “Don’t make a mountain out

my lip to keep it from quivering. “You

think it would be that big of a

you know?”

me out?” I counter, sarcasm dripping from

Adam says, sounding annoyed now. “Just like last week, when I took you out for

request,

angrily. “Be honest with me, Adam,” I say,

with me if you had been able to

going out at your restaurant and you had

can almost hear him gritting his teeth on

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

is to me. But we still had

almost feel sick. I knew all along that he would have rather gone to work that night, but hearing it

like

he pr ods. “Admit it: we had

fun, Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah,

just like you always do when we’re together. It’s like… It’s like you can’t

unless

The sounds of the bustling

like a cacophony in my ears. I think I can hear him put his

only makes my blood boil even more. It’s like

finally says. “Of

not wanting to get into that aspect

his own

hurt from that evening flooding back. “You couldn’t even

intimate with me.”

room, taking in the details—the vibrant colors of

of the lace curtains from the soft evening breeze.

few hours ago.

again, this time

“Adam?” I call out.

about it,” he

about our relationship?” I ask, my voice catching

But my restaurant needs me right now, and I

just reschedule?”

is the final straw. Tears stream down my face, and I struggle

can you even suggest that? I put my heart and soul into tonight.

you can just