Chapter 217 Attentive

• Ava
• I lay with my head on Chris’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The stress and fear of the past few days seemed to melt away in the comfort of our bed, replaced by a deep sense of contentment. Chris’s fingers lazily traced patterns on my bare shoulder, sending pleasant shivers down my spine, peppering the occasional kiss along my temple or cheekbone.
• “Ava,” Chris said softly, breaking the comfortable silence. “I need to apologize.”