Chapter 50 The Desire That Never Dies

• As I watch him, a strange feeling of déjà vu washes over me. His face looks serene, but every now and then, I notice him frowning. It’s probably because of the time I’ve spent staring at him. Observing his gestures and expressions reminds me of the complicity and trust we once built.
• — Do I have to guess your thoughts, or are you going to tell me what’s on your mind? — he asks, keeping his eyes on the road.
• — I was just looking at you — I reply with a smile — and thinking about the last time I admired you like this.