Chapter 92: The Morning After

Camden woke up, her eyes fluttering open as she became aware of Clayton's arms wrapped around her. Gently, she tried to extricate herself from his embrace, mindful not to disturb his sleep. "I'm awake," he mumbled sleepily, releasing her from his grasp. "I thought you were asleep," Camden said with a yawn, stretching her stiff muscles. "Nope," Clayton replied, opening his eyes and stretching himself. "How did you sleep?" he asked, his voice still tinged with sleepiness. "Better than usual," she replied, a hint of surprise in her voice. "I didn't even hear the nurses come in during the night," she added, feeling a slight sense of relief. "That's good," Clayton said, stifling a yawn as he sat up in bed. They looked at each other, the weight of the previous day's events hanging heavily in the air, creating an awkward silence. "This is weird, isn't it? Do you want me to go?" Clayton asked, glancing out the window at the soft pink hues of the morning sky, his fingers absentmindedly rubbing