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

actually wanted you to follow through with

he interrupts. “Don’t make a

I whimper, biting my lip to keep it from quivering.

that big of a deal. We see each

you know?”

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

annoyed now. “Just like last week, when I took

your request, might

I say, pinching the

if you had been able to work

at your restaurant and you had nothing

can almost hear him gritting his teeth on the other end, and

that night, I

is to me. But we still

knew all along that he would have rather gone

like reopening a

it: we had fun. It was

I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing and

do when we’re together. It’s like…

unless you’re

sounds of the bustling kitchen coming through his end of

like a cacophony in my ears. I think I can hear him

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

not true,” he finally says. “Of course I

wanting to get into that aspect anymore. I’ve noticed how much Adam likes

his own problem to solve,

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

intimate with me.”

room, taking in the details—the vibrant colors of the

curtains from the soft evening

few hours ago.

again, this

“Adam?” I call out.

about

about our relationship?” I ask, my voice catching in my

and I can’t be in two

just reschedule?”

stream down my face, and I

put my heart and soul into tonight. This isn’t

can just push to