Clayton nestled back into Camden's chest, finding solace in her arms and the feel of her soft skin against his own. "What a f*****g day," he mumbled, his voice muffled against her skin. Camden chuckled softly, her fingers still tracing soothing circles on his back. "Tell me about it," she replied, her voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and relief. "Quite the emotional rollercoaster. I'm actually exhausted." Exhaling deeply, Camden released the tension from her body, savoring the weight of Clayton resting against her.
Clayton, lying against her chest, listened to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. His fingertips gently stroked her ribs, his touch tender and loving. Breaking the comfortable silence, he turned to face her. "So, no tattoos for you?" he asked playfully. "I mean, I didn't
