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

reconnecting. This was

Just this once, I actually wanted

“Don’t make a mountain out of a

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

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

you know?”

week, when you took me out?”

“Just like last

your request, might I

with me, Adam,” I say, pinching the

had been able to work

out at your restaurant and

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

could have gone to work that night,

to me. But we still had fun,

I knew all along that he would have

is like reopening a

“Admit it: we had

having fun, Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah,

when we’re together. It’s

me unless

the bustling

like a cacophony in my ears. I think I can

makes my blood boil even more. It’s like

true,” he finally says. “Of

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

but that’s his own

all that, you…” I hesitate, the hurt from that

intimate with me.”

glance around the room, taking in the details—the vibrant colors of the

the gentle sway of the lace curtains from the

few hours ago.

silent again, this time

“Adam?” I call out.

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

what about us, Adam? What about our relationship?” I ask, my voice catching in my

me right now, and I can’t be in two places at

just reschedule?”

Tears stream down

you even suggest that? I put

just