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 about you showing

once, I actually wanted

“Don’t make a

promised,” I whimper, biting my lip

would be that big of a deal. We see each other

you know?”

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

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

your request, might I

say, pinching the

able to work

and you had

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

have gone to work that night, I would have, Abby.

to me. But we still had fun,

that he would have rather gone to work that night, but

like reopening

“Admit it: we had fun.

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

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

me unless

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

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

someone else, and it only makes my blood boil

he finally says. “Of course

get into that

but that’s his own problem

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

intimate with me.”

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

the soft evening breeze.

few hours ago.

silent again, this time

“Adam?” I call out.

wanna talk about it,” he says quietly. “Sh

our relationship?” I

restaurant needs me right now, and I can’t

just reschedule?”

is the final straw. Tears stream down my face, and I struggle

that? I put my heart and

just push