A One Night Stand With My Boss

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.

the one she

mask her inner turmoil, calmly stating, "Mr. Connor, with your

then leaned back on the couch and closed

the antiseptic, Camila gently smeared some ointment on

fetch an ice pack from the refrigerator and wrapped it in a towel. "Mr.

slightly, giving her a pitiful

is too

pressing the ice pack to his face, her movements

chill made Connor's face

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

her nose, intentionally pressing down harder

eyes,

immediately panicked, quickly looking

his

of the job," Camila

her hand holding the ice