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?

did Anya think when she asked Dante to marry me? Was she okay with me wanting someone she once

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

around his waist and water dripping from his hair onto the floor.

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

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

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

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

to look at me, “why do you want

had the worst things to say to me. It bothered me that you

you that I spoke to

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

always only had eyes for my sister,” I say finally. “You’ve always been faithful to her. So faithful

his penetrating gaze. “It’s not what you

why were you speaking to her

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

breath, “were you

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

again.

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

“Oh.”

could say to

for me?” He asks,

ask 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 wrong

I lie. “That’s all I have for