[Kendall]
“You said you didn’t want to think. Did it help?” His words carry a weight, a quiet sincerity that makes my heart ache in a way I wasn’t prepared for.
“I’m not thinking anything,” I whisper, my voice raw, as I look away, my fingers brushing over the marks he left on my skin. Camden laughs softly, rubbing a hand over his face.
“Then it did work,” he chuckles, his laughter warm and somehow comforting, like a balm on my scattered nerves.
I have no idea what to do with myself now. My body feels heavy and weightless at the same time, like I’m floating in some strange, blissful limbo. I stand up on shaky legs, unsure of what happens next, and mumble, “I think I’ll take a shower.”
Camden nods, throwing a forearm over his eyes as if he, too, is processing what just happened, giving
