C54 Chapter fifty four

Desmond wasn’t a chatty spirit. On the way to Elaine’s house, he occasionally remarked on something we would see on the road. He didn’t say anything flirty, sexy, or romantic.

The problem was his affectionate gaze. His eyes carried so much love, warmth, and expectation. If possible, I would have taken a picture to show Elaine as proof that he wasn’t like the others