The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 203

Book 3 Chapter 39

~WILLOW~

I’m nervous while walking out the door. It takes me a few seconds to build up the courage.

I can feel Dante’s eyes on me the second that I’m in front of his view. It feels weird being n***d under the robe. It’s almost like he can see everything even though my body is covered. That’s what it felt like.

“Have a great time!” His mother shouts behind us. “Remember to be in that spring at exactly midnight.”

Dante helps me onto the jeep and I try to hold in the gasp when his hand accidentally touches my breast. He doesn’t realize it because he doesn’t show emotion as he buckles me in.

My heart is pounding as I watch him enter the driver’s side.

The silence between us was awkward, but it allowed me to look at him and take everything in. He still wore clothes, but soon enough, he would be n***d before me. Why did a part of me want so badly to see him like that?

“Do you still think that I’m perfect?” I whisper before I can stop myself.

He glanced at me for a quick second before turning back to the track in front of us. “Why do you ask that?”

I held the robe tighter against my body. I didn’t think that I would ever worry about what someone thought of my body or the way I looked without any clothes on. But the thought of Dante seeing me utterly bare for the first time made me a little nervous.

I was scared that he wouldn’t like what he saw. I was afraid that he would compare me to my sister. I knew it was stupid. He didn’t love me. I shouldn’t worry about this, but I couldn’t help myself. I cared about Dante’s opinion.

He always told me how perfect I was. I didn’t want him to think less of me. I never knew it meant this much to me until now.

“No man has ever seen me n***d before. You always tell me how perfect I am.” I whisper. “I’m worried that you wouldn’t like what you see.”

Willow.” He growled. “How can you say that so

on his face. I knew my face must be even redder than it’s been in the past. I don’t know why I blurted out the truth to him. I

“I just—”

know

he accelerates the vehicle. “I’ve seen plenty of you already, Willow. I can assure you that there is no possible f*****g way that I won’t like what I

I gasp.

He adds. “I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. It’s just for the ritual, and I can keep staring at your face instead of looking at your body. But if I were to look, you don’t have to worry about me not liking what’s in front of me. Not

to me

look at Dante again, and once more, I felt my heartbeat increase.

before. It’s why I didn’t understand my feelings. I loved my

I’ve experienced before. Did that mean I loved Dante? Was I in love with him? Was I in love with the man that still loved

my eyes at the pain I felt from that one

belonged to you. I’m sorry for feeling envious because

gave me a reason to

look at Dante once more. His jaw is tight, and his shoulders look tense as he stares straight ahead. I know he’s intentionally trying to keep the focus on the road instead of on

uncomfortable. Why wouldn’t he be

please not

quickly look away. “I’m

not making me uncomfortable, Willow. You’re more of a distraction than anything else. When

focus on anything else but him. It was a hard task, but I f****d myself to