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

to mask her inner turmoil, calmly stating, "Mr. Connor, with your current fame, being photographed with a facial injury could harm

looked away, chuckling, then leaned back on the couch

applying the antiseptic, Camila gently smeared some ointment on the corner

pronounced than it was during the boxing match. She stood up to fetch an ice pack from the refrigerator and wrapped it in a towel. "Mr. Connor, hold this against

eyes slightly, giving

hand is

pressing the ice pack to his face,

chill made Connor's face twitch slightly,

his eyes to enjoy Camila's care,

intentionally pressing

his eyes, their gazes

panicked, quickly looking

said softly, his voice carrying

just part of the

her hand holding the ice