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

time together, reconnecting. This was about

actually wanted you

interrupts. “Don’t make a

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

sorry, Abbs. I didn’t think it would be that big of

you know?”

last week, when you took me out?”

says, sounding annoyed now. “Just like last week, when

request, might I

huff angrily. “Be honest with me, Adam,” I say, pinching the bridge of my nose in annoyance,

gone with me if you had been able to work that night. It was only because of

restaurant and you had nothing better

I can almost hear him gritting his teeth on the other end, and it’s a few moments

work that night, I

we still had

knew all along that he would have rather gone to work that night, but hearing it

is like reopening

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

Adam,” I hiss.

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

me unless you’re

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

think I can hear him put his hand

blood boil even

says. “Of course I can

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

together, but that’s his own problem to solve,

hesitate, the hurt from that evening flooding back. “You

intimate with me.”

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

sway of the lace curtains from the soft evening

few hours ago.

is silent again,

“Adam?” I call out.

don’t wanna talk about it,” he says

what about us, Adam? What about our relationship?”

restaurant needs me right now, and I

just reschedule?”

straw. Tears stream

that? I put my heart and

just push to