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 okay with me wanting someone she once had

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

a towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping from his hair onto

at him; I didn’t want to make him

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

unexplainable things to my body. I wanted to close the distance between us. I wanted to get on top of

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

turns to look at me, “why do you want

“because she had the worst things to say to me. It bothered me that you would still stand there

frowns, “It bothered you that I spoke

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

I say finally. “You’ve always been faithful to her. So faithful that you wouldn’t

his penetrating

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

ceiling, “I wasn’t happy

breath, “were you speaking to her

to get her to stop. I wanted to speak to her first, to give

again. Flutter. Flutter.

is fluttering. For him. Because of his words that weren’t

“Oh.”

was all I could say to

that the only question you have for me?” He

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

lie. “That’s all