The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 205

Book 3 Chapter 41

~DANTE~

I must have misheard her. There’s no possible way that Willow said she might be in love with me.

We haven’t. . . I kissed her in my sleep. I touched her inappropriately once when she was drunk in my Jeep. We kissed for the fundraiser. But other than that, when have we ever been close? We’ve only recently started sleeping in the same room together.

She barely knew me. The marriage was f****d. It was only to grant a dying wish.

How can she love me?

I’ve never seen love in her eyes for me, nor have I been looking. I was correct in the past when I felt that Anya never loved me as much as I loved her; I may be right now as well.

I haven’t been paying enough attention to Willow as I initially thought. If I had, I would have noticed how much my words and actions hurt her.

She was happy that someone loved her sister as much as I did, but she wasn’t pleased that it happened to be me that loved her. She didn’t want me to love Anya?

to do with any of this new information. This was new to me. All

words. I couldn’t do anything to

with her. However, I would be an asshole if I told her this. I’m sure she already

love me?” I ask

because of her, I did not want

of her soft breasts was still imprinted on my memory. Sometimes I found myself waking up from sleep

doubt. But it was not love. And if it wasn’t love, I didn’t deserve to put

a defeated look in her eyes. It f*****g hurt to see that look on her face and not be able to fix it. “Every time you say something nice, my heart beats faster. Every time I look at you, I

to say. How do I

my feelings from now on. I don’t know, Dante; I know that I can’t keep on feeling this way and do nothing about it. I’ve never felt this way before. I’d never known what it meant to

I felt my heart move faster at her

I’ve done nothing but make everything worse. Even now, I couldn’t do anything for her because I didn’t feel

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