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

about spending time together, reconnecting. This was

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

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

I whimper, biting my lip to keep it from

think it would be that big of a deal.

you know?”

took me out?” I counter, sarcasm dripping

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

request,

me, Adam,” I say, pinching the bridge of my

if you had been able to work that night.

restaurant and you had

hear him gritting his teeth on the other end, and

“If I could have gone to work that night, I would have, Abby.

is to me. But we

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

like

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

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

do when we’re together. It’s

unless

of the bustling kitchen coming through

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

and it only makes my blood boil

he finally says. “Of course I can

my teeth, not wanting to get into that aspect anymore.

but that’s his own

hesitate, the hurt from that evening flooding back. “You couldn’t

intimate with me.”

glance around the room, taking in the details—the vibrant colors of the fresh roses, the

curtains from the soft evening breeze. It all

few hours ago.

again,

“Adam?” I call out.

clears his throat. “I don’t wanna talk about it,” he

about our relationship?” I ask, my

now, and I can’t be in two places at once.

just reschedule?”

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

I put my heart and soul into tonight. This

can just