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

about spending time together, reconnecting. This was

once, I actually wanted you to follow

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

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

didn’t think it would be that big

you know?”

you took me out?” I counter, sarcasm

annoyed now. “Just like last week, when

your request,

Adam,” I say, pinching the bridge of my

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

out at your restaurant and you had nothing better to

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

“If I could have gone to work that night, I would have, Abby. You know how

we still had

all along that he would have rather gone to work that

is like reopening a

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

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

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

me unless

a moment. The sounds of the bustling kitchen coming through his end of

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

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

finally says. “Of course I can be sober

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

but that’s his own problem

after all that, you…” I hesitate, the hurt from that evening flooding back.

intimate with me.”

details—the vibrant colors of the

from the soft evening breeze. It all seemed so

few hours ago.

is silent again, this time

“Adam?” I call out.

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

relationship?” I ask, my voice catching in

my restaurant needs me right now, and

just reschedule?”

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

can you even suggest that? I put my heart and

you can just push