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?

wanting someone she once had a relationship with?

married to a man that was in love with my

around his waist

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

sits on it. I know when he’s next

unexplainable things to my body. I wanted to close the distance between

Sharon earlier?” I ask quietly. I couldn’t stop myself this time. It was

“why do you want to know

she had the worst things to say to me. It bothered me that you would still

bothered you that I spoke to

those were words straight out of my mouth.

faithful that you wouldn’t even look my way. So yes, it bothered me that

sharply and traps me with his penetrating

ask. “So then, why were you speaking to her

neck and looked at the ceiling,

you speaking to

speak to her

again. Flutter.

fluttering. For him. Because of his words that weren’t even meant to have this kind of

“Oh.”

I could say to his

have for me?” He asks, still staring at

ask them. We weren’t that close yet. I had to

“That’s all