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?

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 him loving her and

married to a man that was in love with my sister. If that wasn’t bad enough,

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

staring at him; I

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

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

to Sharon earlier?” I ask quietly. I

me, “why do you

say to me. It bothered me that you

frowns, “It bothered you

flush at his penetrating gaze. I didn’t want to admit to it, but those were words straight out

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

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

I ask. “So then, why were you speaking to her

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

my breath, “were you speaking to

to speak to her first,

again.

his words that weren’t even meant to have

“Oh.”

was all I could

the only question you have for me?” He asks, still

them. We weren’t that close yet. I had to take my time, especially with

all