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

us, about spending time together, reconnecting. This was about you showing

this once, I actually wanted you to follow through with

“Don’t make a mountain

you promised,” I whimper, biting my lip to

that big of a deal. We see each

you know?”

you took me out?”

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

request, might

I say, pinching the bridge of my nose in annoyance,

with me if you had been able

and you had nothing better

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

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

is to me. But we still had

knew all along that he would have

is like

he pr ods. “Admit it: we had

I hiss. “Yeah,

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

me unless you’re

the bustling kitchen

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

and it only makes my blood boil even more. It’s like I’m not even

true,” he finally says. “Of course

that aspect anymore. I’ve noticed how much Adam

we’re together, but that’s his own problem

I hesitate, the hurt from that evening flooding back.

intimate with me.”

in the details—the vibrant colors of

the gentle sway of the lace curtains from the soft evening breeze.

few hours ago.

is silent again, this

“Adam?” I call out.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,”

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

me right now, and I can’t be

just reschedule?”

final straw. Tears stream down my face, and I struggle

put my heart

you can just push to another