Why must love be restrained? Why couldn't it be presumptuous?

"What do you think?" Forrest asked.

"I think it's the right thing to do," she replied.

Forrest shook his head. "I don't agree."

He didn't want to disrupt Laura's life as it was.

But he couldn't quite align with Camila's perspective.

"So, what's the plan? Heading to see Laura?" she inquired.

"No," Forrest replied simply.

At his response, Camila exhaled a breath she didn't realize she had been holding.

“What exactly do you want to do, then?"

“I just need to ask you something." Forrest's face hardened. “In fact, just forget it."

Camila's eyebrows knitted together. “Finish what you were saying!"

“I don't want to talk about it now," Forrest replied.

Frustrated, she turned and walked away.

Forrest headed to his room, shutting and locking the door behind him.

Despite Camila's persistent knocking, he didn't open up.

His strange behavior only heightened Camila's curiosity.

What did he want to ask?

The question gnawed at her, making it impossible to stay calm.

Forrest had given her a look that unsettled her.