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? Was she indeed okay with him

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

out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping

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

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

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

Sharon earlier?” I ask quietly. I couldn’t

me, “why do you want to

It bothered me that you

bothered you

admit to it, but those were words straight out of my mouth. I had no way

faithful to her. So faithful that you wouldn’t even look my way. So

his penetrating gaze. “It’s not what you think.”

were you speaking to her for

neck and looked at the ceiling, “I wasn’t happy

you speaking to her about

stop. I wanted to speak to her first, to give her the opportunity to stop now before I used

it goes again. Flutter. Flutter.

his words that

“Oh.”

was all I could say to

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

more, but 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 Dante. His

I lie. “That’s all I have