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?

me wanting someone she once had a relationship with? Was she indeed okay with him loving her and not me? Because I

with my sister. If that wasn’t bad enough, I wanted him. I

he walks out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist

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

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

the distance between us. I wanted

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

me, “why

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

bothered you that I spoke to

to it, but those were

say finally. “You’ve always been faithful to her. So faithful that you wouldn’t even look my way.

me with his penetrating gaze. “It’s not

were you speaking to her for

placed one hand behind his neck and looked at the ceiling, “I wasn’t happy

held my breath, “were you speaking to her

“I had to find a way to get her to stop. I wanted to speak to her first, to

goes again.

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

“Oh.”

could say to

for me?” He asks, still staring at the

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, and he could take

I lie. “That’s all I have