The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 172

BOOK 3 CHAPTER 8

~WILLOW~

I couldn’t believe it. I was in Dante’s room for the first time. He’s kept this part of him away from me since marrying me. It felt strange yet exciting to finally be inside here.

However, it felt natural to be in here, like this was meant to be.

All my things were packed in a corner, and he promised to have a place for them soon. I wasn’t sure what was happening.

“If you’re uncomfortable sleeping in the same bed with me,” he says suddenly. “I can sleep on the sofa.”

I bit my lip. Was I uncomfortable with him sleeping in the same bed with me? I didn’t think I was. I trusted him.

“It’s okay.” It was barely a whisper, but he’d heard me. He nods and brings a sheet out of his closet.

“You can use this one.” He told me, and I quietly took it from him.

I knew my cheeks were red, but I couldn’t stop it even if I tried.

I barely moved when he grabbed his t-shirt from the bottom and pulled it over his head. Dante was now shirtless in front of me, and I could see each of his muscles. The lights were dimmed, and I was grateful for it. I knew I should turn away, I knew that I should look away, but my body had a mind of its own.

He walks into the bathroom, and I finally let go of the breath I’d been holding. Could he tell that I was looking at him?

think when she asked Dante to marry me? Was she okay with me wanting someone she once had

my life, I would be married to a man that was in love with my sister. If that wasn’t

a towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping from his hair onto the floor. Do all men exit

force myself to close my eyes. I couldn’t keep staring at him; I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable if I was

still closed when he walks over to the bed and sits on it. I know when he’s next to me, I can

idea after all. Having him this close was doing unexplainable things to my body. I wanted to close the distance between us. I wanted to get on top of him and bury my hands in his hair. I wanted

Sharon earlier?” I ask quietly. I

look at me, “why do you want

me. It bothered me that you would still stand there and speak to her

bothered you that I

admit to it, but those were words straight out of my

eyes for my sister,” I say finally. “You’ve always been faithful to her. So faithful that

traps me with his penetrating gaze. “It’s not what

why were

ceiling,

“were you speaking to her

to find a way to get her to stop. I wanted to speak to her first, to give her the opportunity to stop now before

again.

of his words that weren’t even meant

“Oh.”

could

for me?” He asks, still staring at

We weren’t that close yet. I had to

lie. “That’s all I