The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 190

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 190

Book 3 Chapter 26

~WILLOW~

He was drunk. Dante was drunk. I could quickly tell by the way he moved. His feet were wobbly as he exited the shower with nothing but his towel wrapped around his waist.

To my surprise, instead of putting clothes on, he walks over to the bed. I’m speechless when he hovers over me. The water from his skin drips onto my nightgown, and I gasp from the contact. His hands are pressed against either side of me on the bed.

“I don’t hate you.”

It was just four words, but those four words made my heart feel like it was running a marathon. It was pounding uncontrollably.

“I’m not perfect,” I whisper. “There are many reasons that you can find to end our marriage.”

I knew he was intoxicated and most likely wouldn’t remember this conversation tomorrow, but I still wanted him to see that I was far from perfect.

He smiles, a slight curve on his lips that makes my heart skip a great.

“You’re wrong.” He disagrees. “Your eyes are always wide and pure. Your smile is always innocent. Your walk is proper and almost seductive. Your hair is the perfect length. Your lips are shaped to perfection. Your voice is soothing and sweet. Your words are always kind. Every part of you is somehow made just the right way. You are perfect. You are.”

My lips part in utter shock. I knew he was drunk, but was that how he saw me? I would have never thought that Dante saw me this way.

Then it occurred to me there was a possibility that he was thinking of Anya, just like he’d done in the past.

“Who am I?” I ask him, waiting hesitantly for his response.

“What?” he asks.

you look at me?”

more as

“Willow.” He answers me.

felt the relief wash over

“Repeat it,” I whisper.

me, and I could feel his wet skin

“Again.”

mouth is close

body want to shout for joy because he was saying my name and

you would only say my name from now on,” I confess. As long as he couldn’t remember any of this,

eyes to find him staring

how close we were to each other. Dante was most likely n***d beneath that towel. His skin was still glistening from the water droplets. A part of me wanted to lean

felt myself blush at the

my hand on his chest, right above his heart. Dante flinched at the

time you kiss me?” I whisper. “Is kissing me that

and even in his intoxicated state,

all he

“Then why?”

my bottom lip with his finger. “It’s quite the opposite.” He pauses before adding, “That’s why I

it’s not unpleasant?” I

He nods.

“I don’t understand—”

He stops me. “Kissing

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