The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 191

Book 3 Chapter 27

~WILLOW~

I gasped when Dante suddenly falls on top of me. It’s enough to distract me from the painful fact that I wanted what Anya once had.

“Dante?” I whisper.

No response. He’d fallen asleep on top of me. As much as I wanted to keep him there, his weight was overwhelming.

I gently pushed him onto his side of the bed and placed the covers over him. He was still in his towel. I considered removing it and getting him some pants, but I quickly dismissed that idea. That wouldn’t turn out well in the end for me.

However, I take a clean towel and gently wipe the water droplets from his face. I swallow as I move the cloth to his neck and chest. He stirs a little when I touch him there. I pause and wait for him to stop before continuing.

I gasped when he grabs my arm suddenly. His eyes are closed, and I think that he’s dreaming again. “Please don’t leave me,” he begs. “Please don’t leave.”

I placed my free hand over his and gently squeezed, “I’m never leaving.”

I knew he was dreaming of Anya again, but I wanted to comfort him even in his sleep. I’ve never seen a man grieve like this before. Anya was so lucky to have his love; why couldn’t she see that? How could she take advantage of his love for her?

He let go of my hand then, but I was unprepared when he grabbed my waist and pulled me on top of him. I’m left sprawled out on a half-naked Dante, who’s still deep in sleep.

I can’t move an inch without fear of waking him up.

I stayed like that and gently placed my ear against his chest to listen to his heartbeat. His body felt warm beneath mine. It was very comforting. I can’t remember the last time I felt this good.

my waist, trapping me against

stir again; instead, he looked like he’s never been more at peace. Maybe he believed that

letting him think that, I was willing to do it for him. When he moved his hand, I could quickly

now, I would enjoy having him this close to me. I close my eyes and breathe him in. I’m not sure when I’ll ever get an opportunity to be

asleep, but I was too happy to move. I gently squeeze his shoulders, and that’s the last thing I remember before everything

. . . . . .

~DANTE~

gotten a good night’s

changed when I felt a soft, luscious body above

I used my hands to squeeze gently, and

What the f**k?

find Willow sleeping soundly on top of me. For a few seconds, all I could do was

I don’t understand.

me? There’s a perfectly soft bed with more than enough space for her. How did she end

watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful and happy that it felt like

watching her breathe. It’s the first time a woman’s breath has captivated me this much. I

she doesn’t. Instead, she gives the softest contented sigh I’ve ever heard. I think it’s

damaged soul with a broken heart. It’s not her fault

see how perfect she was. Laying here on top

Perfection.