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

would. Just this once, I actually wanted you

Abby,” he interrupts. “Don’t make a

my lip to keep it from quivering. “You

that big

you know?”

week, when you took me out?” I counter,

like last week,

request,

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

have gone with me if you had been able

out at your restaurant and you had nothing better to

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

have gone to work that night, I

is to me. But we still

would have rather gone to

is like reopening

“Admit it: we had fun. It was a good

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

to drink, just like you always do when we’re together. It’s like… It’s like you can’t even

unless you’re

sounds of the bustling kitchen coming through his end

a cacophony in my ears. I think I can

makes my blood boil even more. It’s

he finally says. “Of

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

together, but that’s his own problem

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

intimate with me.”

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

the lace curtains from the soft evening

few hours ago.

silent again,

“Adam?” I call out.

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

relationship?” I ask, my

trying, Abby. But my restaurant needs me right now, and I can’t be in two

just reschedule?”

Tears stream down my face, and I struggle to form

How can you even suggest that? I put my heart and soul into tonight. This isn’t

can just push to