"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.

little later, Connor came back and sat at the dining table. Camila handed him

and found it surprisingly delicious. "Did it turn

finishing most of the bowl.

an apologetic smile said, "To make up for last time, how

still sick. Take your medicine and get

"Stay

haven't fully recovered yet; you need rest," she coaxed softly, like talking to a child, 'll

Connor nodded softly. "Mhm."

elevated, Camila sat by

having been excited all night, was indeed tired. With Camila's

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

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