Camila froze.
She immediately realized what it was and blushed furiously. She tried to shift away, but the man groaned again. Camila's ears were so red they practically glowed. Her hand was still on his shoulder, feeling the heat. She couldn't tell if it was from a fever or his desire. Her mind was a whirlwind, and she stiffened, not daring to move.
"You're supposed to be sick! How can you still react like this?"
"I'm sick, but it’s not," Connor said in a husky voice. He gently tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, his deep eyes smoldering as he whispered.
"With a beauty in my arms, it’d be worrying if there was no reaction. That might spell trouble for our future happiness..."
His low voice sent shivers through Camila, making her ears burn even hotter. Connor kissed her bright red ear and chuckled softly, "Let's just hold each other for a bit. I remember what I promised last night."
Camila was held tightly against him, and that certain something showed no signs of going away. Her heart was racing; she was sure Connor could feel it, making her blush even more.
"Let me hold you a little longer. A cold shower will fix this," he murmured.
"No, you're still sick!" Camila protested, looking up at him.
"Then will you help me?" His dark eyes were filled with desire.
"No!" Camila turned away. She knew she couldn’t stay on that bed—it was too dangerous! She threw off the blanket, "You rest some more; I’ll go make us something to eat."
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