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

together, reconnecting. This was about you

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

he interrupts. “Don’t make a mountain out of a

biting my lip

would be that

you know?”

you took me

last week, when I took you out for

request, might

Adam,” I say, pinching the bridge of my nose in

had been able to work that night. It was only because

restaurant and you had nothing better

can almost hear him gritting his teeth on the other end, and it’s

night,

we still

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

like

“Admit it: we had fun. It was a good

Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing and the drinks

do when we’re together. It’s

me unless

pauses for a moment. The sounds of the

think I can hear him put his hand over the

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

true,” he finally says. “Of course I can be sober around

that aspect anymore.

but that’s his own problem to solve, not

hesitate, the hurt from

intimate with me.”

room, taking in the details—the

of the lace curtains from the

few hours ago.

silent again, this

“Adam?” I call out.

don’t wanna talk about it,” he says

about our relationship?” I ask, my voice catching in my

needs me right now, and I

just reschedule?”

the final straw. Tears stream down

even suggest that? I put

you can just