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

us, about spending time together, reconnecting. This was

wanted you

he interrupts. “Don’t make

lip to keep it from quivering. “You promised,

think it would be that big of a deal. We see each other all

you know?”

Like last week, when you took me out?” I counter, sarcasm

annoyed now. “Just like last week, when I

request, might I

“Be honest with me, Adam,” I say,

had been able to

restaurant and you had nothing

gritting his teeth on the other end, and it’s a few moments before

have gone to work that night,

is to me. But we still had fun, didn’t

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

like reopening a

he pr ods. “Admit it: we had fun. It was

hiss. “Yeah, the dancing and

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

me unless you’re

of the bustling kitchen

I can hear him put his hand

my blood boil even more. It’s like

he finally says. “Of

my teeth, not wanting to get into that aspect anymore. I’ve noticed

but that’s his

you…” I hesitate, the hurt from

intimate with me.”

taking in the details—the vibrant colors of the

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

few hours ago.

silent again, this time

“Adam?” I call out.

clears his throat. “I don’t wanna talk about

about our relationship?” I ask,

right now, and I can’t be in

just reschedule?”

straw. Tears stream down my face,

that? I put my heart and soul

you can just push to another