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

us, about spending time together, reconnecting. This was about you showing up when

would. Just this once, I actually wanted you to follow through

“Don’t make a mountain out of a

biting my lip to keep it from quivering. “You

be that big

you know?”

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

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

request,

“Be honest with me, Adam,” I say, pinching the bridge of my

gone with me if you had been able to

out at your restaurant and you had nothing better to

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

night, I would have,

to me. But we still had fun, didn’t

along that he would have

is like reopening

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

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

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

me unless you’re

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

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

my blood boil even more.

“Of course I can be

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

that’s his own problem to solve, not

hurt from that evening

intimate with me.”

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

gentle sway of the lace curtains from the soft evening breeze. It all seemed so

few hours ago.

silent again, this time for

“Adam?” I call out.

about it,” he says quietly. “Sh

What about our relationship?” I ask, my voice catching in my

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

just reschedule?”

stream

How can you even suggest that? I put my heart and soul

can just push