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.

still wrapped around my

like he’s never been more

to do it for him. When he moved his hand, I could quickly get

and breathe him in. I’m not sure when I’ll ever get an opportunity to be this close to

move. I gently squeeze his shoulders, and

. . . .

~DANTE~

while, I had gotten

I felt a soft, luscious body

to squeeze gently, and I was surprised when I felt a firm, very

What the f**k?

For

I don’t understand.

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

learn that I didn’t want to wake her. I was rather contented just watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful and happy that it felt like a crime to move her from on

the first time a woman’s breath has captivated me

but she doesn’t. Instead, she gives the softest contented sigh I’ve ever heard. I think it’s possible that it was my new

a broken heart. It’s not her fault I didn’t

how perfect she was. Laying

Perfection.