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

wanted you to follow through with

“Don’t make a

biting my lip

I didn’t think it would be that big

you know?”

last week, when you took me out?” I counter, sarcasm dripping from my

like last week, when I took you out for drinks

request, might I

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

you had been able to work that night. It

and you had

I can almost hear him gritting his teeth on the

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

me. But we still had fun, didn’t

feel sick. I knew all along that he would have

is like

Abbs,” he pr ods. “Admit it: we had fun. It was a good

Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing and

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

me unless

The sounds of the bustling

ears. I think I can hear him put his hand over

makes my blood boil even more. It’s like I’m

finally says. “Of course I can

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

together, but that’s his own

all that, you…” I hesitate, the hurt from that evening flooding back.

intimate with me.”

taking in the details—the vibrant colors of

curtains from the soft evening breeze. It all seemed so

few hours ago.

silent again, this time

“Adam?” I call out.

talk about it,” he says quietly. “Sh

relationship?” I ask, my

and I can’t be in two

just reschedule?”

Tears stream down my face, and I struggle

suggest that? I put my heart and soul into tonight.

just push to