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 when you

I actually wanted you to follow through

interrupts. “Don’t make a mountain out

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

Abbs. I didn’t think it would be that big of a

you know?”

you took me out?” I counter,

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

your request,

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

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

out at your restaurant and you had nothing better

teeth on the other end, and it’s a few

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

to me. But we still

he would have rather gone to work that

is like reopening a

“Admit it: we had fun. It was a good

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

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

unless

The sounds of the bustling kitchen coming through his end of the

think I can hear him put

blood

“Of

grit my teeth, not wanting to get into that

his own problem to solve, not

you…” I hesitate, the hurt from that evening flooding back. “You couldn’t even

intimate with me.”

glance around the room, taking in the details—the vibrant colors of the fresh roses, the

of the lace curtains from the soft

few hours ago.

is silent again,

“Adam?” I call out.

talk about it,” he says quietly.

Adam? What about our relationship?” I

and

just reschedule?”

is the final straw. Tears stream down my

can you even suggest that? I put

just push to