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.

all, he was the one she cared

mask her inner turmoil, calmly stating, "Mr. Connor, with your current fame, being photographed with

leaned back on the couch and closed

antiseptic, Camila gently smeared some ointment on the corner

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

his eyes slightly,

is too

to his

chill made Connor's face twitch slightly,

his head back and closing his eyes to enjoy Camila's care, a barely noticeable

pressing down harder with the

eyes, their gazes locking,

panicked,

his voice carrying a hint of

the job,"

a few minutes, her hand holding