" If this bruise, I swear I'm gonna kill you". Ryan groaned, rubbing his head while sending me intense glare from the couch opposite to where I'm sitted.
" I'm sorry, I swear I didn't know it was you". I winced when Arla pressed down on his forehead,massaging it.
He scoffed " What were you doing with that racket anyway? Is your new sport committing murder now?".
" You're exaggerating!". I huffed, exparatedly " I'm sure your werewolf gene will kick in any minute from now and the swelling will disappear — look, it's doing just that ". I point to his forehead that looks quite flawless from afar. You'll only see the sign of swelling when you get real close.
" That's totally different from the emotional damage you — ow, baby, gentle". He grabbed Arla's hand who blushed in return before muttering a small " sorry". He kissed the inside of her palm before returning it back to his forehead.
I wrinkled my nose at their display of affection and Ryan burst into laughter.
