A One Night Stand With My Boss

Connor climbed into bed.

"Move over to the inside," Camila directed.

Following her lead, Connor shuffled to the side closer to the wall. As soon as he lay down, he turned his back to Camila, facing the wall, signaling with his actions that he wouldn't do anything, letting her know she could sleep peacefully. He closed his eyes, a slight smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

Camila turned off the lamp, and the room plunged into darkness. She gently lifted the covers and nervously lay down on the narrow bed. She carefully adjusted her position, trying not to touch Connor beside her. Even though she was facing away from him, she could feel his presence clearly-a comforting sensation that came from deep within, their heartbeats and breaths intertwining in the darkness. "Goodnight," Camila whispered softly.

Connor still couldn't sleep, his emotions churning. He stealthily turned over, opened

a pillow in her sleep leading her hand to reach out. When it touched a warm body, her arm instinctively wrapped around, gently embracing Connor's waist. Connor froze, his heartbeat echoing in his ears. Feeling the softness of her body and the faint scent

"doll" made Camila feel secure; she moved closer, burying her face in the broad expanse of his chest. Through the thin pajamas, she could feel the strong heartbeat and solid muscles, lost in the warmth of his embrace.

heartbeat quickened, his breathing grew rapid. Throwing wind, he reached out,tion to the pulling the woman tightly into

slowly opened her eyes, fixing her gaze on the firm chest before her, blinking. Thinking of how they had shared a bed last night

to pretend any longer, Connor opened his eyes, staring at

morning," his voice was