In no time, Camden had dozed off in Clayton's arms. The comfortable familiarity, along with the warmth of the fire, was a potent cocktail. When she woke up, the room was dark, the only light emanating from the fireplace and the television. She looked around in a groggy daze, trying to establish where she was. There was a blanket over her, and her feet were resting on someone's lap. It was Clayton. "Ah... You're finally up," he said with a smile. She sat up, her eyes still trying to adjust to the light. "Is Matt back?" she asked, her voice thick with sleep. "I'm back," he replied, waving from one of the other couches. She sighed, flopping back down, relieved that he was back and safe. "I don't know how you can sleep so much," Clayton said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm makin
