Clayton grabbed a towel and began drying his hair, letting it hang loose to air dry. Camden lay in front of the crackling fireplace, feeling the warmth slowly seep into her body, her muddy toes peeking out from under the cozy blanket. "Cam?" Clayton called out. "Yeah?" she replied, her voice filled with weariness. "I'm making myself some coffee. Can I make you some hot chocolate?" Clayton asked. "Mmmm... Sounds good," Camden said. "Well, actually, I'm making myself an Irish coffee, if I'm being honest," Clayton confessed. "It's been one of those days..." he sighed. "And it's only 2 pm..." Camden perked up. "Make it two Irish coffees," She said. "For real?" Clayton questioned. "Yup. Like you said, it's been a rough day."
Clayton brought over the drinks, and Camden sat up, reaching out her
