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

time together, reconnecting. This was about you

actually wanted you to follow through

he interrupts. “Don’t make a mountain out of a

biting my lip to keep

think it would be that big of a deal. We see each other all

you know?”

me out?” I counter, sarcasm

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

your request, might

angrily. “Be honest with me, Adam,” I say, pinching the

have gone with me if you had been able to work that night. It

and you had nothing better

on

I could have gone to work that night,

me. But we still

would have

like

pr ods. “Admit it: we had fun. It was a

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

do when we’re together. It’s like…

me unless you’re

for a moment. The sounds of the bustling

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

it only makes my blood boil even

true,” he finally says. “Of

get into that

we’re together, but that’s his own problem

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

intimate with me.”

around the room, taking in the details—the vibrant colors of the fresh

gentle sway of the lace curtains from the soft evening breeze. It

few hours ago.

is silent again, this time

“Adam?” I call out.

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

relationship?” I ask, my

me right now, and

just reschedule?”

stream

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

just push to another