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

together, reconnecting. This was about you showing up

this once, I actually wanted you to follow through with

interrupts. “Don’t make a mountain out of

whimper, biting my lip to keep it from quivering. “You promised,

didn’t think it would be that big of

you know?”

when you took me

like last week, when I took

request, might I

I say, pinching

been able to work

at your restaurant and you

him gritting his teeth on the other end, and it’s a few moments

work that night, I would

to me. But we still had fun, didn’t

almost feel sick. I knew all along that he would have rather gone to work that night, but

like

“Admit it: we had fun. It was a good

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

just like you always do when

me unless

for a moment. The sounds of the bustling kitchen coming

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

someone else, and it only makes my blood boil even more. It’s like

he finally says. “Of

into that aspect anymore.

but that’s his own problem to

hurt from that evening flooding back.

intimate with me.”

details—the vibrant colors of the fresh

the gentle sway of the lace curtains from the soft evening

few hours ago.

again,

“Adam?” I call out.

about it,” he says quietly. “Sh it happens. I’m

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

needs me right now, and

just reschedule?”

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

that? I put my heart and soul

you can just push to