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 you showing up when

Just this once, I actually wanted you to follow through with our

“Don’t make a mountain out of a

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

be that big of a deal. We see

you know?”

when you took me

last week, when

your request, might I

say, pinching the bridge of

me if you had been able

restaurant and you had nothing better

his teeth on the other end, and it’s a

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

we still had

that he would have rather gone to work that night, but hearing it

like

ods. “Admit it: we had fun. It was

about just having fun, Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing and the drinks were fun. But

when we’re together. It’s like… It’s

unless you’re

The sounds of the bustling kitchen coming through his

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

to someone else, and it only makes my blood boil even

“Of course I can

into that aspect anymore. I’ve noticed how

together, but that’s his

that, you…” I hesitate, the hurt from that

intimate with me.”

the details—the

of the lace curtains from the soft evening breeze. It all seemed

few hours ago.

silent again, this time

“Adam?” I call out.

wanna talk about it,” he says quietly. “Sh it

what about us, Adam? What about our relationship?”

trying, Abby. But my restaurant needs me right now, and I can’t be

just reschedule?”

is the final straw. Tears stream

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

just push to