"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.

sat at the dining table. Camila handed

sip and found it surprisingly delicious. "Did it turn out well

the bowl. "It's

apologetic smile said, "To make up for last time, how about we go shopping

still sick. Take

"Stay with me

He was nearly fever-free now, but it was hard to ensure nothing spontaneous would happen. "You haven't fully recovered yet; you need rest," she coaxed softly, like talking to a child, 'll

Connor nodded softly. "Mhm."

elevated, Camila sat by

been excited all night, was indeed tired. With

Camila gently withdrew her hand from his and

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