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.

back and sat at the dining

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

the bowl. "It's fantastic,

him a sideways glance. Connor paused, 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

softly. "You're still sick.

her hand. "Stay with me

recovered yet; you need rest," she coaxed softly, like talking to a child, 'll sit by

Connor nodded softly. "Mhm."

only slightly elevated, Camila sat by the bed, gently tucked him

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

Camila gently withdrew her hand from his