A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila's voice was soft, but it felt like an invisible wall between them. Connor's heart tightened painfully, his fists clenching as he fought the urge to pull her into his arms. Taking a deep breath, he pleaded, "Cami, I know this is sudden for you, and I didn't mean to keep it from you..."

Camila shook her head gently, her eyes brimming with confusion and helplessness. She didn't know how to face Connor right now.

"I just want to go home," she murmured, her voice flat and nearly devoid of emotion.

Her gaze drifted off into the distance, as if trying to find a way back home.

"It's late, just go back to your room and rest. The flight's booked for tomorrow," Connor tried to soothe her, hoping she would calm down.

her head, "I'll take

voice was

are no ferries at

wait at the harbor for the first one in

"Request an emergency flight plan. We're heading back to Fairmount now." After hanging up, he turned to Camila, his voice soft,

air traffic control to respond, Camila returned to her room. She sat on the edge of the bed, hugging her knees, her gaze blankly staring out the window. Her heart was in turmoil,

air. The sky had started to drizzle, and the fine mist hitting his face brought a slight chill, The cold wind was piercing, as if it could reach deep into his soul. He had the hotel manager bring him a cigarette; right now, he needed something to quell the storm inside him. Lighting the cigarette, he took a deep drag and watched the smoke rise and dissipate into the cold

took another deep breath, stubbing out the cigarette in the ashtray. He went back to his room to

Connor wanted to speak several times but couldn't find the right words. He stole glances at Camila, who was looking out the window with an expressionless face. His heart was heavy with guilt and helplessness; he knew he was to