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!

deep breath, she reached out to

pushed her away, his voice tender yet firm, "I'm

you don't hug me now, we're done!"

He pulled her into a tight

downpour, but their hearts

back to Camila's

and body, then handed him a cup of hot tea, her voice full of concern,

the

the bedroom, pressing a set of

lit up, a goofy grin

I wore in your lounge once. If it bothers you, just

turned playful, "You've been

her eyes, "Don't get any ideas. I kept them because they're too nice to throw away thought about making doll clothes

a hot shower and change into