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 showing up when

once, I actually wanted you to follow through

“Don’t make a mountain out

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

be that big of a deal. We see each

you know?”

me out?” I counter, sarcasm dripping

now. “Just like last week, when I took you out for drinks

request,

say, pinching the bridge of my

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

at your restaurant and you had nothing better to

on the other end, and it’s a few moments

have gone to work that night, I would have, Abby. You

is to me. But we still had

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

is like

“Admit it: we had fun.

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

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

unless

of the bustling kitchen coming

I can hear him

blood boil even more. It’s like

he finally says. “Of course I

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

together, but that’s his own problem to solve, not

hesitate, the hurt from

intimate with me.”

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

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

few hours ago.

again, this time

“Adam?” I call out.

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

Adam? What about our relationship?” I ask, my voice

me right now, and I

just reschedule?”

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

I put my heart and soul

can just push to another