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.

came back and sat at the dining table. Camila handed him a bowl

surprisingly delicious.

his head, finishing most of the

made oatmeal, Camila frowned slightly and shot him a sideways glance. Connor paused, touched his nose, and with an apologetic smile said,

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

playfully held her hand. "Stay with

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 sit by your side until you

Connor nodded softly. "Mhm."

slightly elevated, Camila sat by the bed, gently tucked him in, and held

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

steady, Camila gently withdrew her hand from his and quietly left the