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He was breathing heavily, feeling still a bit hot, and decided to go home for a shower and a change of clothes.
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Camila slept until noon, groggily sitting up in bed. Her stomach felt warm, as if something was there. So she lifted her nightgown and
looked down.
She was taken aback. When had she put this thing on?
Her mind raced. It wasn’t her doing.
Only Connor knew her apartment’s code and he was the only one who had visited. He must have put the band on..
Camila’s heart skipped a beat, and she frantically grabbed the cellphone from the nightstand.
It was turned off. She rolled over to plug in the charger, but it wouldn’t charge. She then noticed the outlet was loose.
After securing the charger, her phone turned on within half a minute. Connor had called her eight times and sent thirteen messages.
Camila slapped her forehead, burying her head into the pillow. She was still in her pajama pants, oh how embarrassing.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.
She removed the waist patch, tied up her long hair casually, and grabbed some clothes to take a shower.
As she opened the bedroom door and passed through the living room, Camila froze. “You, you, you’re still here?” she stammered, startled.
Connor sat on the couch, a laptop on his lap, surrounded by dozens of documents.
Connor looked up, slightly stunned to see her. She was still in her nightgown, her curves clearly visible.
Connor’s eyes trembled slightly, then he quickly averted his gaze. That damn heat surged again.
He frowned slightly, coughed softly, and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. In a quiet voice, he said, “I was worried you might pass away at home unnoticed.”
Camila remembered she wasn’t wearing a bra, so she silently shifted the clothes in her hands upward to cover her chest. “I’m going to take a shower.”
With that, she quickly walked to the bathroom.
As she turned, a piece of cloth fell. “Hey.” Connor called out, but she had already slipped into the bathroom and shut the door.
Connor moved his laptop to the couch and got up to pick up the fallen item. He paused slightly. It was her underwear.
He awkwardly knocked on the bathroom door.
“What is it?” Camila asked from inside.
“You dropped something.”
Camila quickly flipped through her clothes, her mind buzzing. “Thanks.” She slightly opened the bathroom door, reaching out her hand without looking at him.
Connor placed the underwear in her hand, and Camila quickly shut the door.
He chuckled softly. Returning to the couch, he placed the laptop back on his lap, but his thoughts drifted elsewhere.
The image of her in that nightgown lingered in his mind. He shook his head and moved the laptop away, fetching a bottle of chilled mineral water from the fridge.
Camila came out of the bathroom and was instantly drawn by the aroma of cooked food. She saw the dining table laden with delicious, steaming dishes.
“Come have lunch, Connor said softly.
Camila approached, a faint scent of body wash lingering on her.
Connor handed her a fork. “Thanks,” Camila took it. She was a bit hungry, so she sat down and began to eat.
Connor glanced at her once, then sat down opposite to eat as well. “Does your stomach still hurt?”
Camila shook her head, “No, it doesn’t.”
After that, the two quietly ate their meal.
After lunch, Connor returned to his work on the couch.
Watching his focused figure, a warm feeling surged in Camila’s heart. She began clearing the table. As she was about to do the dishes
Connor seemed to notice her movements and looked up. “Don’t touch the cold water. I’ll wash the dishes.”