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.

at the dining table. Camila handed

a sip and found it surprisingly delicious. "Did it

his head, finishing most of the bowl.

last time she made oatmeal, Camila frowned slightly and shot him a sideways glance. Connor paused, touched his nose, and with an apologetic smile said, "To make up

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

playfully held her hand. "Stay with me for a

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

Connor nodded softly. "Mhm."

checking his temperature, which was only slightly elevated, Camila sat by the bed, gently tucked him in, and held his

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

steady, Camila gently withdrew her hand from his and