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

increased once more as I waited

“Willow.” He answers me.

and felt the relief wash

“Repeat it,” I whisper.

and I could

“Again.”

mouth is close

did my body want to shout for joy because he was saying my

on,” I confess. As long as he couldn’t remember any of this, it was

to find

was most likely n***d beneath that towel. His skin was still glistening from the water droplets. A part of me

at the

I placed my hand on his chest, right above his heart. Dante flinched at the contact, making me wonder if he didn’t like it when I touched

hurt yourself every time you kiss me?” I whisper. “Is kissing

and even in his intoxicated state, his eyes

all he

“Then why?”

touches my bottom lip with his finger. “It’s

it’s not unpleasant?”

He nods.

“I don’t understand—”

understand.” He stops me. “Kissing you

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