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?

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 not me? Because

my life, I would be married to a man that was in love with my sister. If that wasn’t bad enough, I wanted him. I didn’t want to

my breath when he walks out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping

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

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

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

I ask quietly. I couldn’t stop

turns to look at me, “why do you want

bothered me

“It bothered you that I

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

for my sister,” I say finally. “You’ve always been faithful to her. So faithful that you wouldn’t even look my way. So yes,

traps me with his penetrating

why were you

ceiling, “I wasn’t happy with the things she’d said to you

you speaking to her about

her to stop. I wanted to speak to her first, to give her the opportunity to stop now

again.

words that weren’t even meant

“Oh.”

was all I could say to

you have for me?” He asks, still staring at the

ask them. We weren’t that close yet. I had to

lie. “That’s all I