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

I actually wanted you to follow

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

biting my lip to keep it from quivering. “You

would be that big of

you know?”

last week, when you took me

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

request,

huff angrily. “Be honest with me, Adam,” I say, pinching

have gone with me if you had been able to work that night. It was only

out at your restaurant and you

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

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

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

would have rather gone to

like

pr ods. “Admit it: we had fun.

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

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

unless

pauses for a moment. The sounds of the bustling kitchen coming through his

like a cacophony in my ears. I think I can hear him put his hand over the

my blood boil

true,” he finally says. “Of course I can be

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

but that’s his own

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

intimate with me.”

the details—the vibrant colors of the fresh

of the lace curtains from the

few hours ago.

is silent again, this time

“Adam?” I call out.

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

us, Adam? What about our relationship?” I

needs me right now, and I can’t be in two places at once. Can’t

just reschedule?”

straw. Tears stream down my face, and I

even suggest that? I put

just push