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

time together, reconnecting. This was about

wanted you to follow

“Don’t make a

whimper, biting my lip to keep it from quivering.

would be that big of a deal.

you know?”

took me

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

your request, might I

honest with me, Adam,” I say, pinching the bridge of my

you had been able to work that night. It was only because

going out at your restaurant and you had nothing better to

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

that night, I would have, Abby. You know

But we still had fun,

sick. I knew all along that he would have rather gone to work that night, but hearing it

like

it: we had fun.

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

to drink, just like you always do when we’re together.

me unless

the bustling kitchen coming through his end of

I can hear him put

makes my blood boil

says. “Of course I can be sober around

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

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

hesitate, the hurt

intimate with me.”

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

the gentle sway of the lace curtains from the soft evening breeze. It all seemed so

few hours ago.

is silent again, this time for

“Adam?” I call out.

don’t wanna talk about it,” he

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

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

just reschedule?”

is the final straw. Tears stream down my

I put my heart and soul into

can just push