A One Night Stand With My Boss

When Connor got home, it was already four in the morning.

He tiptoed into the bedroom and found Camila still sleeping peacefully.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a gentle glow on her soft features.

Connor sat by the bed, quietly watching her, a slight smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

Suddenly,

Camila's lips puckered slightly as if she were savoring a dreamy bite of chocolate cheesecake.

Connor couldn't help but chuckle at her adorable expression.

At that moment,

he felt as though the whole world had become serene and beautiful.

Carefully, Connor reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek.

Feeling something on her face in her sleep, Camila reached up to rub her cheek.

Connor froze, barely daring to breathe.

Fortunately, after rubbing her face, Camila snuggled deeper into her pillow.

Connor moved to sit on the dressing chair in order not to wake her up.

Leaning back in the chair, legs crossed, he quietly watched Camila.

As the night faded, the first light of dawn began to appear.

Slowly, Connor closed his eyes.

Having not slept all night, he, too, gradually drifted off, a content smile on his face.

Morning light streamed through the gaps in the curtains into the bedroom.

Camila turned over and continued to sleep.

In the study,

Camila’s phone began to vibrate, the alarm sounding particularly jarring in the quiet space.

However, the soundproofing in the bedroom was so effective that it didn't reach her.

The phone eventually ran out of battery, and the noise stopped.

An hour later,

suddenly, Connor’s phone began to vibrate with an incoming call.

Startled, he sat up straight in the chair, reaching for his phone, trying to silence it.

He was too slow, and the ringing broke the tranquility of the bedroom.

Camila woke up.

She opened her eyes to see Connor frantically searching for his phone, a comically panicked look on his face.

Camila was sleepy and disoriented. She couldn’t help but laugh.

A half-second later, her brain kicked into gear.

The smile vanished from her face, replaced by a look of panic.

Connor finally managed to silence the phone and immediately looked at Camila.

Their gazes met.

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Camila suddenly sat up, flustered, running her fingers through her hair and quickly checking her clothes.

All buttons fastened, she breathed a sigh of relief.

“I...I...” She looked around, realizing where she was, "You...you, why are you here!"

“I...” Connor stumbled over his words, his hands nervously unsure where to rest, eventually running them through his hair as he cleared his throat.

“You fell asleep in the study last night. I was worried you’d catch a cold, so... I carried you back to the bedroom.”

“You could have woken me up!” Camila frowned slightly.

“Right, I should have thought of that...” Connor said with an awkward smile.

Camila got out of bed, suddenly remembering he hadn’t answered her question.

"Why are you in this bedroom?"

Connor pointed to the nearby chair. “I sat down and ended up falling asleep too.”

Camila looked at him, skeptical.

“I’m going to go take a shower in my room,” Connor said, standing up to leave.

Just then, Camila remembered something urgently, calling out to him, “Wait, where’s my phone?”

Connor had just opened the bedroom door and turned back to say, “It should be in the study.”

Camila acknowledged him and headed to the study to retrieve her phone.

As she was about to step out of the bedroom, Connor suddenly stopped in the doorway.

She didn’t manage to stop in time and bumped into Connor’s solid back.

“Why did you suddenly stop?” Camila touched her nose, slightly annoyed.