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?

Was she okay with me wanting someone she once had a relationship with? Was she indeed okay with him loving her and not me? Because

to a man that was in love with my sister. If

towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping from

my eyes. I couldn’t keep staring at him;

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

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 to lean into him and inhale his

ask quietly. I couldn’t stop myself this time.

to look at me, “why

to me. It bothered me that

you that

I didn’t want to admit to it, but those were words straight

sister,” I say finally. “You’ve always been faithful to her. So faithful that you wouldn’t even look my way. So yes, it bothered me

sharply and traps me with his penetrating gaze. “It’s not what you think.” He

isn’t?” I ask. “So then, why were you speaking

hand behind his neck and looked at the ceiling, “I wasn’t happy with the things she’d said to

you speaking to her about

I wanted to speak to her first, to give her the opportunity to stop now before I used a different method to shut her

goes again.

his words that weren’t even meant to have

“Oh.”

I could say to his

that the only question you have for me?” He asks, still

I knew this wasn’t the right time to ask them. We weren’t that close yet. I had to take my time, especially with

I lie. “That’s all I have for