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!

she reached

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

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

her eyes and her tear-streaked face, Connor's heart melted. He pulled her into a tight embrace, as if trying to fuse

continued its downpour, but their hearts were glowing

back to Camila's

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

the warming

emerged from the bedroom, pressing a set of

goofy grin

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

playful, "You've been

them because they're too nice to

a hot shower and change into dry