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

Just this once, I actually wanted you to follow through

Abby,” he interrupts. “Don’t make

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

“I’m sorry, Abbs. I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. We see each other

you know?”

when you took me out?” I counter, sarcasm dripping from

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

request, might I

Adam,” I say, pinching the

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

going out at your restaurant and you had nothing

teeth on the other end,

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

is to me. But we

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

is like

Abbs,” he pr ods. “Admit it: we had fun. It was a good

it wasn’t about just having fun, Adam,” I hiss.

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

me unless you’re

for a moment. The sounds of the bustling kitchen coming through

I can hear him put his hand over the receiver and

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

“Of course I

my teeth, not wanting to get into that aspect anymore. I’ve noticed how much Adam likes

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

all that, you…” I hesitate, the hurt from

intimate with me.”

taking in the details—the vibrant colors of

the soft evening breeze.

few hours ago.

silent again,

“Adam?” I call out.

talk about it,” he says quietly. “Sh it happens.

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

my restaurant needs me right now, and I can’t be in two places

just reschedule?”

final straw. Tears stream down my face, and I struggle to form

I put my heart

just push to another