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Camden leaned against Clayton, wondering where she would be now if she hadn't met him in the woods that day. Her life had been chaos since she'd met him. That was no lie. But in spite of that, it felt rich and full. Even now, after an argument about Matt and another painful revelation about Brett, she felt loved and supported. She sighed and snuggled closer to him until he wrapped his arms around her. "Thank you," she murmured softly, "You're always so supportive and logical. I appreciate you so much." "I appreciate you too, babe," he replied, sounding almost robotic, his emotions in turmoil just beneath the surface.What she had told him had been jarring and, once again, he was overcome by his rage and hatred towards this faceless man, Brett Jordan. She seemed to be in a better space, having spoken her truth, but Clayton felt worse. "I know you're mad," she whispered softly, tenderly caressing his clenched fist. "I know you're going to tell me not to be," he replied shortly. "I would

Clayton's voice took on a seductive tone as he suggested, "What do you say, Cam? I think we have a little extra time, don't you?" He took her hand and guided it down between his legs, letting her feel his desire. To her surprise, he was already rock hard and her eyes sparkled with anticipation and lust as she nodded, her heart beginning to race.He began by tracing his fingers over the curves of her body, his touch igniting shivers of pleasure as he explored her with loving attention. With a confident grasp, he suddenly caught the back of her neck and started to nibble his way down from her ear toward her shoulder, just the way he knew she liked it. She closed her eyes as a soft sultry moan echoed through the confines of the shower.With practiced fingers, he swept tenderly over her skin, the sensation feeling like liquid fire coursing through her veins just below his touch.Starting at her collarbone, he worked his way down, slowly and deliberately. He lingered over a nipple as he tra

They were both quiet on the drive to the hospital. Clayton was trapped in his thoughts, wondering how things would be with Matt's imminent return and what the outcome of tomorrow's ritual might be. Camden, on the other hand, was beginning to feel the onset of morning sickness, a fact she hadn't shared with Clayton because she didn't want to jeopardize their plans for the day.After a prolonged silence in the car, Clayton finally snapped out of his reverie and voiced his concerns, "You alright? You've been quiet." But instead of answering, Camden deflected, "So have you." "Sorry. I've just been thinking about tomorrow," he admitted, but neglected to mention his concerns regarding Matt's homecoming. Camden's continued silence caught his attention and, looking over at her, he became aware of her queasy expression and the way she covered her mouth with her hand, a scene he was all too familiar with by now. "Do I need to stop?" he asked, his voice ringing with concern and urgency. She thou

She and Clayton found their way into Matt's room. It was empty aside from two visitors' chairs, a small bedside table with a storage cupboard and a rolling table that was clearly used for meals. The bed was missing, obviously having been wheeled out with Matt still on it. Clayton left the backpack beside the bedside table and then made his way over to the window, looking out over the parking lot. "This is probably the best weather we've had since we've been here," Clayton considered, taking in the blue sky. Camden made herself comfortable on a chair near the door. "Is that a good or a bad thing?" she asked, wondering if it would have any effect on her surprise. "Definitely a good thing," he answered, smiling as he thought about his sneaky plans.They were chatting about the weather when two nurses suddenly appeared, wheeling Matt in as he babbled on about some crazy dream he had had that he was now trying to remember. "Cam!" he exclaimed as he saw her, his face lighting up in a bright

The nurse shuffled back over to Matt and gave him a big smile and a friendly pat on his good hand before making her way out of the room, giving Camden a curt nod on her way."Sorry," Camden apologized, looking at Clayton, "I shouldn't have done that," she continued, the guilt weighing on her. Clayton sighed and was about to respond when, to everyone's surprise, Matt piped up, "Shouldn't have done what?" He looked at Camden curiously, his brows furrowed as he waited for her answer. Camden looked between Matt and Clayton, uncertain as to what she should say. Telling Matt that she shouldn't have let herself slip into the bond they shared probably would be an exercise in futility. He appeared to have lost all sense of propriety and she was certain he wouldn't understand why it was a problem, but she also didn't know what else to say and she didn't want to minimize her liability in front of Clayton by brushing it off or lying about it."I... um... you..." she searched for the right words.