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.

little later, Connor came back and sat at the dining table. Camila handed him a

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

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

touched his nose, and with an apologetic smile said, "To make up for last time, how about we go shopping later? I'll buy you lots of new clothes and your favorite

"You're still sick. Take your medicine and get some rest

hand. "Stay

was hard to ensure nothing spontaneous would happen. "You haven't fully recovered yet; you need rest," she coaxed

Connor nodded softly. "Mhm."

temperature, which was only slightly elevated, Camila sat

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

her hand from his and quietly