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

together, reconnecting. This was about you

actually wanted

“Don’t make a

promised,” I whimper, biting my lip to keep

that

you know?”

took me out?” I counter, sarcasm dripping

“Just like last

your request, might I

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

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

and you had nothing

him gritting his teeth on the other end, and

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

to me. But we still had fun,

along that he would have

is like reopening

Abbs,” he pr ods. “Admit it: we had fun. It was a good

fun, Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah,

much to drink, just like you always do when

me unless you’re

the bustling kitchen coming

I can hear him put his hand over

blood boil

he finally says. “Of course I can be sober

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

that’s his own problem

all that, you…” I hesitate, the hurt from that evening flooding back. “You couldn’t even

intimate with me.”

the room, taking in the details—the vibrant

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

few hours ago.

again,

“Adam?” I call out.

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

relationship?” I ask, my voice catching

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

just reschedule?”

attitude is the final straw. Tears stream

even suggest that? I put my

can just push to another