Chapter 64: The Morning After

Camden awoke to the feel of someone gently stroking her hair. Once again, her mind immediately drew up pictures of Clayton's face, but when she opened her eyes, she saw Jamie looking at her with longing eyes. She realized she was snuggled against him, and he was smiling at her. "Good morning," he whispered. "Morning," she croaked, her voice thick with sleep. "How did you sleep?" he asked. "Pretty good actually," she replied honestly, a smile brewing on her lips. "How about you?" she asked. "Pretty good," he replied, smiling brightly. "How are your ribs?" he asked, his brows suddenly furrowing as he thought about her complaint during the night. "They hurt," she frowned. "But I've had worse," she said, thinking of some of her previous sword fighting injuries, though he obviously deduced that she was talking about her fictional abusive ex-mate. "Can I see?" he asked. Camden frowned. "I guess," she said, feeling awkward exposing herself to him. She lifted the oversized t-shirt she had slep