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 to

on, Abby,” he interrupts. “Don’t make a mountain out of a

I whimper, biting my lip to keep it

didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. We see

you know?”

you took me out?” I counter, sarcasm dripping

annoyed now. “Just like last week,

request, might I

say, pinching the bridge of my nose

if you had been able to work that night. It

your restaurant and you

I can almost hear him gritting his teeth on the other end, and

that night, I would have, Abby.

is to me. But we still had

would have rather gone to work that night, but

is like reopening a

ods. “Admit it: we had fun. It was a

having fun, Adam,” I hiss.

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

unless

moment. The sounds of the bustling kitchen coming

like a cacophony in my ears. I think I can hear him put

else, and it only makes my blood

finally says. “Of course I

get into that aspect anymore. I’ve noticed

we’re together, but that’s his

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

intimate with me.”

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

gentle sway of the lace curtains from the soft

few hours ago.

silent again,

“Adam?” I call out.

wanna talk about

our relationship?” I

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

just reschedule?”

the final straw. Tears stream down my face, and

suggest that? I put my heart and soul into tonight.

just push to another