A One Night Stand With My Boss

"No way, I'm perfectly fine here," Camila said firmly, glancing at Connor through the vanity mirror.

Connor looked at her, trying to convince her. "It's freezing here, and the space is cramped. You can't be comfortable. Come back to the apartment; it's warm and spacious."

Camila turned to face him. "Sure, it's small, but I've got everything I need, and I'm comfortable. Winter's short, just a few cold days."

Connor sighed, gently placing his hands on her shoulders. "Alright, I won't push you."

"I made some oatmeal," Camila said with a smile, gently holding his hand. "We'll have it, and then you can take some fever medicine."

Connor nodded and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

later, Connor came back and sat at the dining

it surprisingly delicious. "Did it turn out well this time?" Camila

his head, finishing most of the bowl. "It's fantastic, just like last

and with an apologetic smile said, "To make up for last time, how about we go shopping later? I'll

softly. "You're still sick. Take your medicine and

her hand. "Stay

fully recovered yet; you need rest," she coaxed softly, like talking to a child, 'll sit by your side until you fall asleep, then I can do my

Connor nodded softly. "Mhm."

temperature, which was only slightly elevated,

excited all night, was indeed tired. With Camila's soothing presence, he

withdrew her hand from his and quietly left