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 was about you

wanted you

make a mountain out of a

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

sighs. “I’m sorry, Abbs. I didn’t think it would be that big

you know?”

Like last week, when you took me

says, sounding annoyed now. “Just like last

your request, might

say, pinching the bridge of

had been able to work that night.

going out at your restaurant and

on

I could have gone to work that night,

me. But we still had

all along that he would have rather gone to

like

pr ods. “Admit it: we had fun. It was

about just having fun, Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing

always do when we’re together. It’s like… It’s like you can’t even

unless

pauses for a moment. The sounds of the

in my ears. I think I can hear him put his hand over the receiver and

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

“Of course I

wanting to get into that aspect

his own

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

intimate with me.”

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

gentle sway of the lace curtains from the soft evening breeze. It all seemed so perfect

few hours ago.

again, this

“Adam?” I call out.

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

What about our relationship?” I

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

just reschedule?”

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

can you even suggest that? I put my heart and soul into tonight. This isn’t

you can just