Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 372

Fear surged through her again, and Evangeline rushed out of the cave.

As she emerged, she looked up and saw Finn high up in a nearby tree, picking fruit.

He had taken off his shirt and was using it as a makeshift bag to hold what he'd already gathered. His torso was bare.

Scratches from the fall crisscrossed his skin, but they did nothing to detract from the raw beauty of his physique. Evangeline's eyes were drawn to the well-defined lines of his muscles, his lean waist, and the clear outline of a six-pack.

A blush crept up her cheeks.

It wasn't the first time she'd seen him like this, but in the past, the atmosphere had always been so charged that she'd never had a chance to really appreciate his body.

Besides, Finn's face was so strikingly handsome, almost delicate, that it was easy to overlook the powerful build beneath.

As she stood there, lost in thought, Finn noticed her.

He gave her a small smile, carefully bundled the fruit in his shirt, and lowered his center of gravity. He began to descend slowly, grabbing a sturdy branch before dropping lightly to the ground with perfect balance.

"It'll be dark soon, and I don't know when they'll get here. I figured it's important to save our energy, so I picked some wild fruit..."

He was still talking as he led her back toward the cave.

Evangeline heard his words, but her mind drifted elsewhere.

Her gaze kept returning to his waist.

She watched, and then, without thinking, her hand shot out.

It felt firm.

Finn stopped abruptly. "...?"

In that same instant, Evangeline snapped back to reality, horrified by what she'd just done.

She saw the look of utter surprise on his face, and her own face turned crimson.

Her mind raced. "There was some dirt on your muscle... uh, no, I mean, on the dirt..."

"..."

"So, whose abs feel better? Soren's or mine?"

The moment she stepped inside, Finn's question hit her so unexpectedly she nearly tripped over her own feet.

Evangeline stood frozen.

Finn was watching her with a playful smile. He didn't sound jealous; it was more like he was genuinely trying to start a discussion.

Evangeline was speechless.

He could actually discuss it with her so calmly after she had just groped him.

The nerve.

Well, if Finn could be so bold, she decided she wouldn't seem so timid. She wasn't some eighteen-year-old girl, after all. She'd been through enough in her life to know that pretending to be shy now would just look fake.

Evangeline bit her lip, her nails digging lightly into her palm. She looked him in the eye and said earnestly, "Yours."