A One Night Stand With My Boss

Their eyes locked, and she could almost hear her own heartbeat echoing louder and louder, as if it was about to leap out of her chest. Her heart clenched painfully, a mix of remorse, guilt, and above all, love.

She couldn't stand the torment any longer. Grabbing an umbrella, she dashed downstairs.

At the door, her chest heaving, she opened the umbrella and walked slowly towards Connor. His gaze never left her.

When she reached him, she saw his clothes were drenched, clinging to him, his hair sticking wetly to his face.

Her heart ached even more. She held the umbrella over him and gently brushed his wet hair back, revealing his deep, expressive eyes.

Her voice shook slightly, "Why are you still here?"

Connor smiled softly, a tender light in his eyes, "I wanted to be with you."

"Idiot," Camila choked out.

She couldn't run from her feelings anymore; she loved this man standing before her, regardless of any social differences. She wanted him!

a deep breath, she reached out

her away, his voice tender yet firm, "I'm soaked and cold; I don't

hug me now,

determination in her eyes and her tear-streaked face, Connor's heart melted. He pulled her into a tight

continued its downpour, but their hearts were glowing with

walked back to Camila's place,

of hot tea,

sipped the warming

emerged from the bedroom, pressing a set of pajamas into

eyes lit up, a goofy grin spreading across his

are the pajamas I wore in your lounge once. If it bothers you, just forget

turned playful, "You've been

kept them because they're too nice to throw away thought about making doll clothes with them, but I've been

urged him, "Go take a hot shower