A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila grimaced, feeling a bit guilty as she admitted, "Sorry, it seems I really have no talent for cooking."

Connor took her hand, lifting his head to gaze into her eyes with a small smile playing at his lips.

"That's because god knew you wouldn't need to cook once you married me, so he didn't waste that talent on you."

Camila's face heated up, and she turned away with a shy smile, her voice as faint as a mosquito's, "Who says I'm marrying you?" Connor pulled Camila into his arms, seating her on his lap, and gently pinched her nose. "You can't marry anyone else besides me."

"That's hard to say. Maybe my Mr. Right isn't you," Camila whispered softly.

Connor frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure in his voice. He playfully squeezed Camila's waist, his tone slightly domineering: "Your Mr. Right can only be me." Looking into his determined eyes, Camila felt a warmth in her heart. She patted his shoulder, smiling, "Alright, my Mr. Right, it's late, you should head home." Connor hugged her tighter, shaking his head, his voice carrying a trace of grievance. "I don't want to leave..." he murmured softly.

Camila gently stroked his hair, speaking softly, "You need to get up early for work tomorrow."

Connor sighed reluctantly, not wanting to part with Camila for even a minute. How quickly time passed, he thought, trying to find an excuse to stay longer. Before he could think of one, Camila had already gotten off his lap and stood up, pulling him to his feet.

He stood up, wrapping his arms around her.

Camila gently struggled, laughing, "Hurry up. I'm sleepy. See you tomorrow."

giving her a final look

him, her lips

really leaving now..." Connor

"Mhm," Camila nodded.

the door, her heartbeat

to close the door, she suddenly tiptoed and quickly kissed

soft sound, and Camila's

said

lingered there. He

stood at the doorway, staring at the closed door for a long while

reached

moved to a spot where he could see Camila's house and

Kon

deep longing surged in