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 had a relationship with? Was she indeed okay with

that was in love with my sister.

wrapped around his waist and water dripping from

myself to close my eyes. I couldn’t keep staring at

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

Having him this close was doing unexplainable things to my body. I wanted to close the distance between us. I wanted to get

you speaking to Sharon earlier?” I ask quietly.

at me, “why do you want to

It bothered me that you

“It bothered you that

penetrating gaze. I didn’t want to admit to it, but those were

faithful that you wouldn’t even look

sharply and traps me with his penetrating gaze. “It’s not what you think.” He finally

I ask. “So then, why were

his neck and looked at the ceiling, “I wasn’t happy with the things she’d said

held my breath, “were you speaking to her about

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

goes again.

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

“Oh.”

was all I could

the only 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. His heart was still bruised,

I lie. “That’s all I have