Chapter 11: The Rainy Day

"What do you want to do today?" Clayton asked, breaking the silence that enveloped the cabin. Camden let out a whiny groan and covered her face with a pillow. "Well, at this point, I'm uncertain as to whether I'm actually going to survive the day," she complained, her voice muffled. Clayton chuckled at her dramatic response. "For real though, was there anything you wanted to do today?" he persisted, genuinely interested. "You're kidding, right?" Camden replied, peeking out from behind the pillow. "Like what? You wanna go for a hike or something? At this rate, the only thing we can legitimately do is go fucking white river rafting - we can take off from your front door! The weather is horrific! If we aren't struck by lightning we'll drown out there."

Clayton burst into laughter, finding amusement in her exasperation. "We'll have to get creative then, won't we? I'm sure you can think of SOMETHING to do indoors," he suggested, raising an eyebrow playfully. Camden sighed, considering his