Camden awoke to the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee. She stretched, lazily opening her eyes, and turned to see Clayton bustling about in the kitchen. "Coffee?" he offered with a smile. Camden shook her head, feeling a pang of guilt that he had likely made it for her. "No, thanks, I don't really drink coffee," she confessed. "I prefer tea." Clayton's eyes widened in astonishment. "What?! Who doesn't drink coffee?" he exclaimed, clearly dumbfounded by this new revelation. Camden chuckled softly. "Well, I guess that would be me," she replied. "How do you wake up in the morning?" Clayton asked, still trying to take in this new information. "Well, I mean, the same way everyone else does. I open my eyes and then I'm awake." She laughed. "f**k," Clayton grumbled as he rummaged through
