"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.

the dining table. Camila handed him a bowl

a sip and found it surprisingly delicious. "Did

his head, finishing most of the bowl.

paused, touched his nose, and with an apologetic smile said, "To make

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

playfully held her hand. "Stay with

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

Connor nodded softly. "Mhm."

only slightly elevated,

tired. With

Camila gently withdrew her

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