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

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

back on the couch and closed his

gently smeared some ointment on

from the refrigerator and wrapped it in

opened his eyes slightly, giving her a pitiful

is too

to his face, her movements far

chill made Connor's face twitch

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

her nose, intentionally pressing down

slowly opened his eyes,

immediately panicked, quickly looking

you," Connor said softly, his voice carrying a

the job," Camila responded

a few minutes, her hand holding