Claire Yasō Peters This wasn’t good. Claire frowned at the now-silent phone. No response. The after-midnight conversation with Forrest ended just as quickly as it had started. Disappointment filled her chest. What did she expect? Well, he could have played along. He did initiate the back and forth texting. The minute she flirted a little, pushed his buttons a bit, he stopped. A reminder no matter how deep his feelings ran for her, Forrest had no desire to go down that path again. At least not without a fight. He was protecting his heart, she couldn’t blame him, she’d do the same had the situation been reversed, but he wanted her, his eyes couldn’t hide that. She placed the journal on the nightstand. No point spending another minute staring at the words she’d written or waiting for another text. Progress often came one baby step at a time. Overall, the day had been a good one. She drafted a whole verse, and finally found the strength to tell Forrest the truth. Two big accomplishments.
