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

spending time together, reconnecting. This was

wanted you to

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

biting my lip to keep

“I’m sorry, Abbs. I didn’t think it would be that big

you know?”

last week, when you took me

now. “Just like last week, when I

your request, might I

say, pinching

if you had been able to work

your restaurant and

almost hear him gritting his teeth on

I could have gone to work that night, I would have,

me. But we still had fun,

sick. I knew all along that he would have rather

like reopening

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

about just having fun, Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah, the

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

unless

the bustling kitchen coming

a cacophony in my ears. I think I can hear him put his hand

my blood boil

not true,” he finally says. “Of course I can be sober around

not wanting to get into that aspect anymore. I’ve noticed how much

together, but that’s his own

you…” I hesitate, the hurt from

intimate with me.”

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

lace curtains from the soft evening breeze. It all seemed so perfect

few hours ago.

is silent again, this

“Adam?” I call out.

don’t wanna talk about it,” he says quietly. “Sh it happens.

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

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

just reschedule?”

stream

that? I put my heart and soul into tonight. This isn’t

just push to