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

reconnecting. This was about you showing up when you

once, I actually wanted

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

whimper, biting my lip to keep it from quivering.

Abbs. I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. We see each other all

you know?”

took me out?” I counter, sarcasm dripping

now. “Just like last week, when I took you out

request, might

honest with me, Adam,” I say, pinching the bridge of my nose in annoyance,

able to work that night. It was only

restaurant and you

on the other

night, I

me. But we still

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

like reopening

Abbs,” he pr ods. “Admit it: we had

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

you always do when we’re

me unless you’re

sounds of the bustling kitchen

a cacophony in my ears. I think I can

blood boil even more. It’s like I’m not even

not true,” he finally says. “Of course

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

his

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 lace curtains from the soft

few hours ago.

is silent again,

“Adam?” I call out.

don’t wanna talk about it,” he says quietly. “Sh

us, Adam? What about our relationship?” I ask, my voice catching

needs me right now, and I can’t be in two places

just reschedule?”

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

suggest that? I put my heart

can just push to another