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

spending time together, reconnecting. This was about you

Just this once, I actually wanted you to follow through

on, Abby,” he interrupts. “Don’t make

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

Abbs. I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. We see each other all the

you know?”

took me out?” I counter, sarcasm

“Just like last week, when I

your request, might I

say,

able to work that night. It

and you had

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

I could have gone to work that night,

But we

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

like reopening a

“Admit it: we had

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

so much to drink, just like you always do when we’re together. It’s like… It’s like you

unless

the bustling kitchen coming through his end of the

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

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

finally says. “Of course I can be sober

teeth, not wanting to get into that aspect

together, but that’s his own problem

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

intimate with me.”

the details—the vibrant colors

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

few hours ago.

again, this time for

“Adam?” I call out.

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

our relationship?” I

now, and I

just reschedule?”

stream down my face, and

I put my heart and

you can just