Under the Veil I Rule novel Chapter 231

He got up from the couch, walked over to Amara, and reached out his hand. "I can handle it myself."

"Oh, okay."

Amara had planned on putting the cup on a tray and bringing it over to him, but since he came over, she just handed it directly to him.

"Here you go."

As Amara passed the cup to Finnian, their fingers brushed, and a warm sensation spread between them. Finnian suddenly opened his hand, enveloping both the cup and her hand.

Speechless, Amara felt a bit awkward. What was he doing? She glanced at their entwined fingers and cautiously asked, "Mr. Everly?"

Finnian gazed down at her, not saying a word. Under the lamp’s glow, the expression in his eyes was unreadable, and he remained completely still. Amara felt at a loss for what to do.

If this had happened before, she would have shaken off his hand without hesitation. But today, he had saved her. In that collapsing tunnel where danger might attach them at any second, Finnian had literally saved her life. Amara couldn’t bring herself to get angry with him.

Thinking for a moment, she said, "Mr. Everly, do you need something, ah!"

Amara's eyes widened. Finnian suddenly pulled her closer, wrapping her in an embrace.

His arms were warm and solid, and a fresh, clean scent mixed with masculine undertones enveloped her. Amara felt a little dizzy and instinctively asked, "What’s going on?"

Finnian rested his chin against her neck, giving a gentle nuzzle. It tickled and made her feel shy, so she clutched his shirt tightly. "Let me go."

Finnian released her slightly, but his hands still rested on her waist. He looked at her and said, "Amara, I fancy you."

Amara looked at him in disbelief. Did Finnian just say he was into her? It was more surreal than anything she’d ever heard.

"Mr. Everly, are you running a fever?"