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

this once, I actually wanted you to follow through with our

interrupts. “Don’t make a mountain out of

you promised,” I whimper, biting my lip to

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

you know?”

you took me out?” I counter,

“Just like last week,

request, might

I say, pinching the bridge

you had been able to work

and you had nothing better to

hear him gritting his teeth on the other end, and it’s

could have gone to work that night, I would

to me. But we still

would have

is like reopening

Abbs,” he pr ods. “Admit it: we had

fun, Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing and the

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

unless you’re

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

like a cacophony in my ears. I think I can hear him put his hand over the

to someone else, and it only makes my blood boil even more. It’s like I’m not even

he finally says. “Of course

wanting to get into that aspect anymore.

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

you…” I hesitate, the hurt from that evening flooding back.

intimate with me.”

details—the vibrant colors of the fresh roses, the

the gentle sway of the lace curtains from the soft evening

few hours ago.

again,

“Adam?” I call out.

wanna talk about it,” he

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

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

just reschedule?”

is the final straw. Tears stream down my face,

that? I put my heart and soul into tonight. This isn’t

you can just