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 was about

I actually wanted you to follow

interrupts. “Don’t make a mountain out

my lip to keep

would be that big of a deal. We see each other all the

you know?”

took me out?” I counter, sarcasm

last week, when I took you out for

your request, might

Adam,” I say, pinching the bridge of my nose

you had been able to

and you had nothing better

on the other end, and it’s a few moments before

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

to me. But we

all along that he would have rather gone to

is like reopening a

“Admit it: we had fun. It was a

fun, Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah, the

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

me unless

moment. The sounds of the bustling kitchen coming through his

think I can hear

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

says. “Of course I can be sober around

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

that’s his own problem

hesitate, the hurt from that evening flooding

intimate with me.”

room, taking in the details—the vibrant colors of

sway of the lace curtains from the

few hours ago.

again, this time

“Adam?” I call out.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” he says

our relationship?” I ask, my voice catching

But my restaurant needs me right now, and I can’t be in

just reschedule?”

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

suggest that? I put my heart and soul

just push