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

rest of my life, I would be married to a man that was in love with my sister. If that wasn’t bad enough, I wanted him. I didn’t want to like him

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

at him; I didn’t want to make him

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

I wanted to close the distance between us. I wanted to get on top of him and bury my

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

to look at me, “why do you want

to me. It bothered me that you would still stand there and speak to

bothered you that I spoke to

but those were words straight out

sister,” I say finally. “You’ve always been faithful to her. So faithful that

me with his penetrating gaze.

were you speaking to her for

ceiling, “I wasn’t happy with

held my breath, “were you

without looking my way, “I had to find a way to get her to stop. I wanted to speak to her first, to give her the opportunity to stop

goes again. Flutter.

heart is fluttering. For him. Because of his words that

“Oh.”

I could say to his

you have for

them. We weren’t that close yet. I had to take my time, especially with Dante. His heart was still bruised, and he could take things the

“That’s all