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

would. Just this once, I actually wanted you to follow through

“Don’t make a

lip to keep it from quivering.

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

you know?”

me out?” I counter, sarcasm dripping from

last week, when

request, might

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

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

your restaurant and

can almost hear him gritting his teeth on the other end,

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

But we still had

feel sick. I knew all along that he would

is like reopening

it: we had fun. It was a good

it wasn’t about just having fun, Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing and the drinks were

do when we’re together. It’s like…

unless

pauses for a moment. The sounds of the bustling kitchen coming through his end of the

cacophony in my ears. I think I can hear him

only makes my blood boil even

says. “Of course I can be

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

his

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

intimate with me.”

the room, taking in the details—the

the lace curtains from the soft evening breeze.

few hours ago.

again,

“Adam?” I call out.

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

our relationship?” I ask, my voice catching in my

right now, and

just reschedule?”

attitude is the final straw. Tears stream down my face, and I struggle to form

suggest that? I put my heart and soul

you can just push to