She picked up a cotton swab dipped in antiseptic and moved closer to Connor, gently wiping at the corner of his mouth. Her fingers lightly brushed against Connor's cheek, carrying a slight chill.

The proximity was close enough that they could feel each other's breath, a flirtatious ambiance permeating the air.

Camila's heartbeat involuntarily quickened. She tried to remain composed as she continued tending to Connor's wound, b

ut the closeness made her senses unusually sharp.

She could feel Connor's breath on the back of her hand, causing a ticklish sensation.

Connor lowered his gaze, looking at her intently, his eyes soft and adoring.

Camila was nervous, and inadvertently pressed harder.

"Ouch..."

Camila looked up, meeting his eyes, her voice shaky with panic. "Does it hurt? I'll be gentler."

Connor gazed at her, his eyes deep and tender, asking in a low voice.

"Does your heart hurt?"

Camila swallowed.

Did her heart hurt?

Yes.

was the

"Mr. Connor, with your current fame, being photographed with a facial injury could harm the

leaned back on

some

boxing match. She stood up to fetch an ice pack from the refrigerator and wrapped it in

his eyes slightly, giving her

is too

pressing the ice pack to his face, her movements far from

Connor's

didn't resist, tilting his head back and closing his eyes to enjoy Camila's care, a barely noticeable

pressing down harder with the ice

slowly opened his eyes, their

panicked,

his voice carrying a hint

just part of the job," Camila responded

minutes, her hand holding the ice pack

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