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“No.”

“Your breathing says otherwise.”

“Shut up.”

She grins and kisses my neck.

Worth it.

By the time I get her into her room, my heart rate has gone up enough that I probably qualify as my own cardio workout.

I lower her onto the bed.

She sinks into the mattress with a happy sound.

I pull out my phone.

Her eyes narrow.

“Seriously?”

“One more check.”

“My blood sugar has been fine all night.”

“I know.”

“That means it's probably still fine.”

“That is not how time works.”

She rolls her eyes.

I wait for the Dexcom to load.

Steady.

Good.

I set water on the nightstand anyway.

Cami watches me with sleepy eyes while I strip off the rest of whatever clothing I managed to put back on downstairs.

“Griffin?”

“Yeah?”

“You were really okay?”

I stop.

Not because I don't know.

Because I know exactly what she's asking.

“With all of it?”

I climb into bed beside her.