But now, seeing Amara, Finnian couldn't help himself. He took a step forward and wrapped his arms around her, closing the door with a thud.
Amara jumped, startled, and immediately began to struggle. "What are you doing?"
Finnian lifted his head slightly, gazing at her with a dazed expression.
Amara had made a good point earlier—he wasn’t exactly in his right mind, and when people weren’t fully conscious, they tended to act out of control.
With that thought lingering, he clumsily lowered his head and, through her mask, kissed her. Amara's eyes widened, and instantly, she pushed his shoulders, attempting to pull him away.
Finnian’s gaze was still hazy, and he pressed Amara against the wall, lowering his head to brush her earlobe. "Why are you rejecting me?"
Amara gritted her teeth furiously. "What do you mean, why? If some random woman kissed you, would you be okay with it?"
"No, I wouldn’t. But," he replied and then paused, his voice cracking. "Last time I kissed you, you seemed to enjoy it."
Amara’s face flushed a deep red. She shoved his shoulder fiercely. "I did not! Stop talking nonsense!"
Finnian said nothing, just buried his head in the crook of her neck, holding onto her tightly as if he had no intention of letting go.
Amara was genuinely infuriated now. She stomped on his foot hard. "Let go of me now!"
Her tone was getting seriously stern. Finnian raised his head, seeing the anger blazing in her bright eyes. He felt a pang of guilt and loosened his grip a bit. "Don't be mad."
This jerk! After what he’d done, how could she not be mad?
Amara pointed at the door as she snapped, "Just leave, and I won't be mad if you do."
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