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.

not take his actions to heart, Mr. Asanto.” His mother assures him. “My son

to me. It would

moving without my permission. I want to ensure he is okay and doesn’t do anything stupid. I keep searching for

in designing fast vehicles and manufacturing them. They also added special features, whatever their customers desired. They were brilliant when it came to fast cars. That’s why once someone bought a car from them, they didn’t

wasn’t sure if Atticus should be driving under

I had to hope that he drove safely and didn’t act recklessly because of the wedding. My heart races with fear

. . . . .

~ATTICUS~

mind. There is so much, yet I can’t focus on anything else but the kiss I just shared with 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 roses. I swallowed, and it felt like I was letting the taste of her into my body

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 was the impact so strong? This was

problem? Why couldn’t I have some control? I’ve always had more self-control than this, even around Anya. What had changed now? What

like

a kiss with her best friend. The least I could do for her was not feel any emotions around Autumn, and I couldn’t

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 inside me snapped. It was unlike anything I’d felt in the past. I was disappointed in myself. I

like this before. Never. Not