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

this once, I actually wanted you to follow

on, Abby,” he interrupts. “Don’t make a

I whimper, biting my lip to keep it from

would be that big of

you know?”

when you took me out?” I

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

request, might

I say, pinching the bridge of my

with me if you had been able to work that

going out at your restaurant and you had nothing better to

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

night, I would have,

to me. But we

feel sick. I knew all along that he would have rather gone

is like reopening

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

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

drink, just like you always do when we’re together. It’s like… It’s like you can’t even

me unless

of the bustling kitchen coming through

ears. I think I can hear him put his hand over the

else, and it only makes my blood boil

“Of course I can

to get into that aspect anymore. I’ve noticed how much

together, but that’s his own problem

the hurt from that evening flooding back.

intimate with me.”

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

the soft evening breeze. It all

few hours ago.

is silent again,

“Adam?” I call out.

don’t wanna talk about

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

trying, Abby. But my restaurant needs me right now, and

just reschedule?”

stream down

I put my

can just push to another