Camila felt a little breathless from Connor's tight hug, but she laughed as she protested.
"Connor, you're squeezing the life out of me!" she playfully scolded.
Connor immediately loosened his grip, concern etched on his face. "Did I hurt you?"
"Not at all, but I haven't finished making the fruit salad. You need some vitamins," Camila said, getting up and heading to the kitchen.
Connor watched her move, his eyes filled with a contented smile.
Before long, Camila returned from the kitchen, carrying a plate of mixed fruits.
"Have some fruit," she said softly, bringing a piece to Connor’s mouth.
Connor opened his mouth and ate the fruit she fed him.
Sitting down on the couch, Camila ate some fruit too and then noted, "It's getting late, you should head home."
Connor, resting his head on her lap, coughed twice and feigned weakness. "But it’s pouring rain outside. I can’t possibly make it home now."
Camila laughed, "Your place is just a short walk away. How can you not make it?"
"What if I, a poor sick man, faint on the way?" he said, his voice growing weaker as if he might collapse at any moment.
Camila couldn’t help but laugh. "That serious, huh? Maybe I should drive you to the emergency room."
"No need, a good night's rest will do," Connor said, cuddling closer to her.
"My place doesn’t have a spare bedroom, there's no place for you to sleep," Camila gently pushed him.
Connor looked into Camila’s eyes, his own twinkling mischievously, showing no signs of leaving. "I can sleep on the couch."
Camila frowned slightly, looking at Connor's tall frame. "My couch is pretty small; it won’t fit your long legs."
Connor quickly tucked his legs onto the couch. "It’s enough."
Camila sighed, "You won’t be comfortable like this."
"Or maybe, I could just sleep in the bed with you?" Connor suggested cheekily.
Camila's face turned a shade of red, and she glared at him. "Don't even think about it."
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