Under the incubus' protection
I was expecting Desmond to suggest doing something kinky behind the trees or in the bushes, but he continued engaging me in affectionate and interesting conversation.
It was all going so smoothly. I could get lost in the mischief and warmth reflecting in Desmond's captivating eyes. A good romance book influenced me to write about my idea of romance with simplicity in my old diary. However, the meaning of it had eluded me for years. Only the right man could fill such an ordinary place with magic. My incubus made me understand that.
Sitting close to the bank of a lake, I showed Desmond an old picture of me on my phone. Elaine’s message popped up on my phone, wrecking our perfect moment.