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?

when she asked Dante to marry me? Was she okay with me wanting someone she once had a relationship with? Was she indeed okay with him loving

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

wrapped around his waist and water dripping from his hair onto the floor. Do all men

at him; I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable if I

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

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

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

at me, “why do you want to

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

“It bothered you that

didn’t want to admit to it, but those were words straight out of

for my sister,” I say finally. “You’ve always been faithful to her. So faithful that you wouldn’t even

traps me with his penetrating gaze.

isn’t?” I ask. “So then, why were you

looked at the ceiling,

breath, “were you speaking to

wanted to speak

again. Flutter. Flutter.

For him. Because of his words that weren’t even meant to

“Oh.”

was all I could say to his

question you have for me?” He asks, still staring at

wasn’t the right time to ask them. We weren’t that close yet. I had to take my time, especially with Dante.

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