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?

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 her and not

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 but

shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping from his hair

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

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

the distance between

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

look at me, “why do you want to

me that you would still stand

bothered you that I spoke

I didn’t want to admit to it, but those were words straight out of my mouth. I had

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

his penetrating gaze. “It’s not what you

“So then, why were you speaking to

hand behind his neck and looked at the ceiling,

breath, “were you speaking

to stop. I wanted to speak to

again. Flutter. Flutter.

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

“Oh.”

could say

you have for

had plenty 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.

all I have for