#Chapter 195: Dark Corridors

Chris No matter how hard I tried to doze off, sleep eluded me despite my earlier… strenuous activities. Beside me, Ava slept peacefully as ever, her chest rising and falling gently. The moonlight filtering through the window cast a soft glow on her skin, and I couldn’t help but admire her beauty—her chestnut curls spread across the pillow, her slightly parted lips, her milky white breasts. I resisted the urge to brush a stray lock of hair from her face, not wanting to disturb her sleep. At least one of us was able to relax enough to sleep. I couldn’t put my finger on why I couldn’t sleep like she was, though; this house was cavernous and creepy, and the stories didn’t help any. But while I was open to the idea of ghosts, I certainly didn’t entirely believe in them, and I definitely wasn’t scared of them. So, I chalked it up to missing my own bed—or rather, the plush bed back in Ava’s cottage. Finally, after what felt like hours of tossing and turnin