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!

reached

pushed her away, his voice tender yet firm, "I'm soaked and cold; I don't want you to get

hug me now, we're

pulled her into a tight embrace, as if trying to fuse her into his

its downpour, but their hearts were glowing

in hand, they walked back to Camila's

carefully dried Connor's hair and body, then handed him a cup of hot tea, her voice full of concern, "Go take a hot shower,

the warming

pressing a set of pajamas

eyes lit up, a goofy grin spreading across his

lounge once. If it

smile turned playful, "You've been keeping

too nice to throw away thought about making doll clothes with them,

him, "Go take a hot shower and