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

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

he interrupts. “Don’t make a mountain out

whimper, biting my lip to keep

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

you know?”

Like last week, when you took me

“Just like last week, when I took you out

your request, might

me, Adam,” I say, pinching the bridge of my nose

if you had been able

out at your restaurant and you had

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

night,

to me. But we still had fun,

that he would have rather

is like reopening

ods. “Admit it: we had fun. It

wasn’t about just having fun, Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing and the drinks were fun. But

so much to drink, just like you always do when

me unless you’re

moment. The sounds of the bustling kitchen

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

and it only makes my blood boil

says. “Of course I can be sober

that aspect anymore. I’ve noticed how much Adam

that’s his

hurt from

intimate with me.”

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

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

few hours ago.

is silent again, this time

“Adam?” I call out.

his throat. “I don’t wanna talk about it,”

relationship?” I ask, my voice catching in my

trying, Abby. But my restaurant needs me right now, and I can’t

just reschedule?”

final straw. Tears stream down

How can you even suggest that? I put my heart

just push to