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 about you

I actually wanted you to

“Don’t make

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

didn’t think it would be that big of

you know?”

last week, when you took me out?” I counter,

last week, when I took

your request,

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

if you had been able to work

your restaurant and you

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

to work that night, I would have, Abby. You know how

we

feel sick. I knew all along that he would have rather gone to work that night,

like

ods. “Admit it: we had fun. It

I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing and the drinks were

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

unless

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

in my ears. I think I can hear him put his hand

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

not true,” he finally says. “Of course I can be sober around

to get into that aspect anymore. I’ve noticed how much Adam likes

that’s his own

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

intimate with me.”

the details—the vibrant colors of the fresh roses, the

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

few hours ago.

is silent again, this time

“Adam?” I call out.

talk about it,” he says quietly. “Sh it happens. I’m

about our relationship?” I ask, my

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

just reschedule?”

final straw. Tears stream down my face, and I struggle

that? I put my

just