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?

think when she asked Dante to marry me? Was she okay with me wanting someone she once had a relationship with? Was she indeed

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

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

at him; I didn’t

walks over to the bed and sits on it. I know

wanted to close the distance between us. I wanted to get on top of him and bury my hands in his hair.

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

to look at me, “why do

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

bothered you

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, it bothered me that you’re

with his penetrating gaze. “It’s not what

ask. “So then, why were you

the ceiling,

you speaking

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

again. Flutter.

him. Because of his words that

“Oh.”

all I could say to his

have for me?” He asks,

more, but I knew this wasn’t the right time to ask them. We weren’t that close yet. I had

I lie. “That’s all I have for