Chapter 167: The Worst Thing That Could Happen

After drying themselves off, Clayton made his way back to his own room to get clean clothes before returning to Camden's room. When he did, she was dressed and sitting on the bed, squeezing the water out of her hair with a towel. "What?" she asked, feeling his eyes on her. "Flashback," he murmured in response as he watched her with a small smile. "This whole scene reminds me of the cabin, when we had that raging storm," he explained. She smiled, thinking back on the memory fondly before another yawn escaped her lips. Clayton slipped into the bed behind her as she braided her hair, not wanting to bother with the hairdryer when she was so exhausted. She turned off the bedside lamp before lying down and settling in, ready for sleep. Clayton wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body against his. The room was silent for a long while before Camden broke it, whispering, "Clayton?" Clayton responded with a sleepy groan. "Do you still have that weird feeling?" she asked curiously. "Yeah, ac