Clayton turned back around, his eyes meeting hers, a mixture of surprise and eagerness in his expression. "Are you sure?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Camden nodded, a blush rising in her cheeks. A surge of anticipation coursed through Clayton's veins, and with an enormous smile, he took her hand, hurriedly leading her outside. "Let's go, before you realize you're acting crazy and change your mind," he teased, his voice filled with excitement.They ventured out into the rain, the icy drizzle making contact with Camden's naked skin, eliciting a gasp from her. Clayton removed his sweatpants, hanging them on a nearby tree. Then he adjusted the water temperature for the outdoor shower, ensuring it was just right. With a mischievous grin, he pulled Camden under the spray with him. She shivered as the warm water cascaded over her, her body responding to both the chill of the rain and the heat of their intimate connection. Clayton couldn't resist the magnetic attraction between them, pullin

"I'm not sure what to make of that," Camden admitted, a little confused and uncomfortable. "It scares me a little, if I'm being honest." "I'm also not sure what it's supposed to mean," Clayton said, his brows furrowed in contemplation. "Maybe it's nothing. Just a coincidence." Camden's eyes darted back to the tattoo, gently tracing the delicate script with her finger. "Maybe," she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty, "but it feels like a pretty significant coincidence."After a few moments of silence, both of them lost in thought as to what this might mean, Camden asked, "What was his name?" Clayton's smile bloomed across his features as memories came flooding back to him. "Bingo," he said softly, the nostalgia evident in his voice. "Bingo?!" Camden exclaimed with a small laugh. "What kind of dog was he?" she asked, genuinely intrigued. "A rottweiler," Clayton replied. "He was the best. So strong and protective, but at the same time, so gentle and patient with me." "He sounds a

Camden awoke to the sound of rain gently drumming on the windows. She reached her arm out to Clayton's side of the bed, searching for him, but he wasn't there. Camden sat up, confused and a little cold. She pulled the covers around herself and rubbed her eyes, looking around groggily. She stretched and yawned, trying to wake herself up. Just then, Clayton opened the door and strode in. "Ah, you're up," he announced with a smile. "Mmmm..." She groaned, her eyes still sleepy. "We need to talk." Clayton said, his good mood evident in his chirpy demeanour. Camden looked up at him through bleary eyes, her confusion clear on her face as she tried to understand what he could possibly want to discuss so early in the morning. "Can I wake up first?" she asked, her voice thick with sleep still. "Oh, right, sure," Clayton replied with a small apologetic smile. "Can I get you anything?" he suggested, looking for a way to jolt her into wakefulness so that he could tell her what was on his mind. "So

The sun was out and now Camden had to think of something to do with this gift from nature. She took a moment to weigh her options, contemplating what activity they could do on this beautiful day. She considered a swim at the waterfall, but while the sun was out, the air was still cool and she didn't feel like freezing in an icy lake today. "How about a hike or a wolf run?" Clayton suggested, a spark of enthusiasm in his eyes. She pondered for a moment, recalling the bear trap, then replied, "Hmm... Maybe a hike?" Clayton grinned, pleased with her choice. "That's a good call," he agreed, nodding. "I’m going to take you up the mountain. I think you'll appreciate the view." With a plan in motion, Camden slipped into a pair of comfortable shorts and laced up her new hiking boots. Clayton, on the other hand, decided to go barefoot, preferring the feeling of a connection to the earth beneath his feet. They packed a few snacks and filled their water bottles before setting off. Camden noted

Camden had endured a restless and miserable night, her cramps persistently waking her up, causing her to toss and turn in discomfort. An intense cramp jolted her awake before the sun even came up, prompting her to get up in search of some kind of relief. She decided to take some more painkillers and do a bit of yoga, hoping that might help. Doing her best not to disturb Clayton, she pulled on a pair of comfortable leggings, a t-shirt, and an oversized sweater to combat the chilly morning air. As she readied herself she glanced out the window, observing the world in grayscale, waiting for the sun to paint it with colors. A smile tugged at her lips. She relished the feeling of being up so early, as if she was in on some secret no one else knew. But at the same time, she knew there was no way she would be making a habit out of this. She enjoyed her sleep far too much.Eager to make the most of her early start, Camden ventured outside for her yoga session. The air was crisp, but at least