The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

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?

do with any of this new information. This

words. I couldn’t do anything to make

Willow. I was not in love with her. However, I would be an asshole if I told her this. I’m sure she already

me?” I ask

looking at her body all this time. I told myself that I did it because of her, I

while she was fully clothed. I feared what would happen if I saw every part of her. The feel of her soft breasts was still imprinted on my memory. Sometimes I found myself waking up from sleep dreaming about touching them. Then I would look at her and wish I could feel her like she asked

it wasn’t love, I didn’t deserve to put my hands on her. She deserved love, not l**t. I didn’t know how to

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 have these strong feelings. When you insist on telling everyone how much you love my sister, I feel jealous. I love Anya, and I hate that I’m jealous of your love for her. I hate that I wish that love were for

the f**k to say. How do I make

Those little things break my heart even more.” She cries. “I don’t want to feel like this. I don’t even know why I’m telling you. Maybe it’s too much for me to bear. Maybe I want you to at least try and consider my feelings from now on. I don’t know, Dante; I know that I can’t keep on feeling this way and

I felt my heart move faster

has been in pain because of my actions, and I’ve done nothing but make everything worse. Even now, I couldn’t do anything for her because I didn’t feel the same