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

about spending time together, reconnecting. This

I actually wanted you to follow through

Abby,” he interrupts. “Don’t make

promised,” I whimper, biting my lip to keep it from quivering. “You promised,

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

you know?”

took me out?” I counter, sarcasm dripping from my

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

request, might I

I say, pinching the

had been able

restaurant and you had nothing

almost hear him gritting his teeth on the

night, I would have, Abby. You know how

But we still

along that he would have rather gone to work that

is like reopening

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

having fun, Adam,” I hiss.

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

me unless

a moment. The sounds of the bustling

think I can

blood boil

says. “Of course

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

his own problem to solve,

the hurt from that evening flooding

intimate with me.”

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

the soft evening

few hours ago.

is silent again, this time

“Adam?” I call out.

about it,” he says quietly. “Sh it happens.

What about our relationship?” I ask,

restaurant needs me right now, and I can’t be in two places at once.

just reschedule?”

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

How can you even suggest that? I put

just push to another