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?

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

be married to a man that was in love with my sister. If that

try to catch my breath when he walks out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping from his hair onto the floor. Do all men exit the

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

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

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

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

at me, “why do you

worst things to say to me. It bothered me that

frowns, “It bothered you that

to admit to it, but those were words straight out of my mouth. I had no way to back down

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

his penetrating gaze. “It’s not what you

“So then, why were

looked at the ceiling, “I wasn’t happy with the

my breath, “were you speaking to

nods without looking my way, “I had to find a way to get her to stop. I wanted to speak

goes again.

his words that weren’t

“Oh.”

all I could say to

have for me?”

them. We weren’t that close yet. I had to take my time, especially with Dante. His heart was still bruised,

lie. “That’s all I have for