Clayton's heart skipped a beat as he heard Camden's soft voice calling his name from the bathroom. He swiftly made his way back, determined to assist her and spare her from putting weight on her fractured ankle. As he entered the bathroom, he found her patiently waiting, balanced on one foot and leaning against the wall. "I'm sorry," he murmured guiltily, "I shouldn't have just barged in here earlier. I wasn't thinking," he admitted. "It's fine. I'm just glad we're on the same page now," she said, her voice soft and grateful. Without further hesitation, Clayton scooped her up and headed back to her room. Her familiar weight in his arms, the warmth of her soft skin, the way her wild hair brushed against his face, her intoxicating scent that had always captivated him... He longed for the ti
