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

Just this once, I actually wanted you to follow through

make a

biting my lip to keep it

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

you know?”

when you took me

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

request,

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

gone with me if you had been able to work that night.

out at your restaurant and you had nothing better

I can almost hear him gritting his teeth on the other

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

we still had

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

is like reopening

he pr ods. “Admit it: we had fun. It was a

hiss.

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

me unless you’re

pauses for a moment. The sounds of the bustling

ears. I think I can hear

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

true,” he finally says. “Of

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

we’re together, but that’s his own problem to solve, not

hurt from

intimate with me.”

room, taking in the details—the vibrant

curtains from the soft evening breeze. It all seemed so

few hours ago.

is silent again,

“Adam?” I call out.

clears his throat. “I don’t wanna talk about it,” he says quietly. “Sh it happens.

Adam? What about our relationship?” I ask,

and I can’t be in two places at once. Can’t

just reschedule?”

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

that? I put my

you can just push to