"Mila..." His voice came out low and husky.

"What's wrong?" Camila asked.

He murmured, "I might lose control if you continue."

Camila smiled and said softly, "I know."

She didn't want to cause him any pain.

He was injured!

“Let's take a shower."

Isaac felt exceedingly uncomfortable.

It was as if he had been stripped off and watched.

"I can handle it myself!" he protested.

"No, the wound on your neck shouldn't get wet. You can't see it, so I need to help you," Camila insisted.

Isaac didn't know what to say.

The bathroom door shut, and the sound of the shower filled the room.

The water splashed.

When Forrest returned from the clothing store, he knocked on the door twice, but when no one opened it, he decided to wait outside.

After quite a while, Camila opened the door.

She had just helped Isaac shower, and her cheeks were flushed because her clothes had gotten wet and the bathroom was poorly ventilated.

When Forrest saw her, he inquired, “What have you been up to?"

Taking the bag from his hand, Camila replied, "I was helping him shower."

Forrest looked at her with a knowing expression and said, "Seems Like being apart has only made your affection stronger. Just be careful. Isaac is still recovering from his injuries."