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?

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

man that was in love with my sister. If that wasn’t bad

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

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

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

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

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

“why do you

It bothered me

bothered you that I spoke

didn’t want to admit to it, but those were words straight out of my mouth. I had no way

faithful to her. So faithful

with his penetrating gaze. “It’s not what

“So then, why were you speaking to her

ceiling, “I wasn’t

held my breath, “were you speaking to her

find a way to get her to stop. I wanted to speak to her first, to give her

again. Flutter. Flutter.

Because of his words that weren’t even meant to have this kind of

“Oh.”

was all I could say to his

for me?” He asks, still staring

We weren’t that close yet. I had to

all I have