The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 8

“This is perfect!” The photographer says. “For someone that didn’t want to do the kiss, to begin with, you did an excellent job.”

Atticus looks anything but happy with his praise.

I couldn’t believe it. I’ve been dreaming of kissing Atticus since I first fell in love. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have his lips on mine. I knew now that it was more than I’d ever hoped for from him. I clutched my chest; my heart was racing, pounding hard and fast.

I watch as Atticus storms out before anyone can say anything else. I knew he was even more upset than he was showing.

I slowly bring my finger to my lips, still tingling from his kiss.

“Did I say something wrong?” The photographer asks.

His voice reminds me that I wasn’t alone. I didn’t want everyone to see how affected I was by his kiss. Though that wouldn’t be such a bad thing since strangers needed to believe that we were in love. While they would easily be able to tell that Atticus was not in love with me, I feel like anyone would be able to read straight through me like an open book.

him. “My son is a

It would seem that my

I want to ensure he is okay and doesn’t do anything stupid. I keep

the best in designing fast vehicles and manufacturing them. They also added special features,

if Atticus should be driving under

but he’s already speeding past me. My hair flies all over my face from the force of it. I sighed; now I

. . .

~ATTICUS~

Autumn. Her lips were soft like butter, and her taste was still in my mouth. Her taste was like a sweet apple, and her scent was like fresh

her but for how it made me feel. I had a mate. I had someone I couldn’t live without. So why did one kiss bother me this much? Why

the f**k was my problem? Why couldn’t I have some control? I’ve always had more self-control than

felt like

The least I could do for her was not feel any emotions around Autumn, and I couldn’t even do

that picture of us was posted? What would she do when everyone she knows sees it and asks her about us? Everyone in school knew of our relationship; they would bombard her with questions. How would she feel? It was supposed to be a peck, nothing else. But when Autumn wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled our bodies closer, something

this before. Never.