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?

marry me? Was she okay with me wanting someone she once had a relationship with? Was she

in love with my sister. If that wasn’t bad enough,

the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping from his hair onto

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

sits on it. I know when he’s next to me,

a good 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 to lean into him and inhale his

to Sharon earlier?” I ask quietly. I couldn’t stop myself this

at me, “why do you

had the worst things to say to me. It bothered me that you would still stand there and

“It bothered you

were words straight out of

been faithful to her. So faithful

me with his penetrating gaze. “It’s

were you speaking

the ceiling,

“were you

to stop. I wanted to speak to her first, to

again. Flutter.

that weren’t even

“Oh.”

was all I could say to

for me?” He asks, still staring at

wasn’t the right time to ask them. We weren’t that close yet. I had to

I lie. “That’s all I have for