Under the Veil I Rule

Chapter 23

She lay on her side with her back to Finnian, close to the edge of the bed but not so close that she might easily fall off. It was deliberate, almost like she was consciously maintaining that perfect balance.

Everything about her was impeccably composed, not a hair out of place, which only made Finnian's curiosity itch even more. It was like she was wrapped in layers, and he couldn't help but wonder if she was just as perfect underneath.

Finnian stood by the bed, watching Amara for a long moment before he finally lay down himself. But that itch of curiosity only grew stronger, and his body felt unusually heated.

He pushed the covers down to his waist, still feeling stifled, and loosened a couple of buttons on his shirt, contemplating whether to turn down the air conditioning.

a tingling sensation spread through him, and he froze, eyes snapping open. Though he'd never been in such a situation before, being a normal man, he knew exactly

motion, he threw the covers off and sat up, startling Amara

head to look at him,

corners of her eyes. Her gaze was dewy, her voice delicate. Beneath the covers, her legs were clearly pressed tightly

a word, without even a twitch. She was so "put-together", it was like she was

skin took on a slight flush, his sharp

top, revealing a hint of his collarbone and firm chest, like the seductive men described

desperate for a drink of water. And she was hot, burning up, wanting

ago, and seeing Finnian seemed to amplify it. Even though her gaze flickered nervously, Finnian caught the hint. He dove onto the covers, his eyes locking with Amara's. "You want to