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 up when

wanted you to follow through

he interrupts. “Don’t make a

promised,” I whimper, biting my lip to keep it

Abbs. I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. We see each

you know?”

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

like last week,

request, might

say, pinching the bridge

able to work that night. It was only because of

restaurant and you had

almost hear him gritting his teeth on the

“If I could have gone to work that night, I would have, Abby. You

But we still had fun, didn’t

feel sick. I knew all along that he would have rather gone to work that

is like reopening a

ods. “Admit it: we had fun. It was

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

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

me unless you’re

of the bustling

cacophony in my ears. I think I can hear him put his

and it only makes my blood boil even

finally says. “Of course I can be

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

his own

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

intimate with me.”

taking in the details—the

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

few hours ago.

silent again, this time for

“Adam?” I call out.

clears his throat. “I don’t wanna talk about

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

and

just reschedule?”

nonchalant attitude is the final straw. Tears stream down my face, and I

put my heart and soul

you can just push to another