#Chapter 194: Ghosted

Ava Chris winced as I gently prodded the large lump on the side of his head where that heavy book had connected with his skull. “Ow…” “I’m so sorry, Chris,” I said softly, feeling a pang of guilt. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. That looks like it’s going to bruise.” Chris chuckled, although he winced again slightly when my fingers brushed over the tender spot to apply the ointment. “It’s okay, Ava. I probably deserved that for trying to scare you. Besides, it’s not as bad as it looks.” I shook my head and recapped the tube of ointment. “No, you didn’t deserve it at all. I shouldn’t have reacted so violently.” I stood from the bed, brushing myself off. “Does it hurt badly? Should we get some ice for it?” “Nah, it’s nothing I can’t handle,” he assured me with a grin as he flexed his biceps, eliciting an eye-roll from me. “Besides, I have to say, I’m impressed by your forehand swing. Have you ever considered a career as a professional tennis player?” I cou