"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.

at the dining table. Camila handed him a bowl of oatmeal.

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

the bowl. "It's fantastic, just like

his nose, and with an apologetic smile said, "To make up for

"You're still sick. Take your medicine and

playfully held her hand. "Stay with me

yet; you need rest," she coaxed softly, like talking

Connor nodded softly. "Mhm."

slightly elevated, Camila sat by the bed, gently tucked

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

gently withdrew her hand from

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255