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?

any of this new information. This was new to me.

couldn’t do anything to make this more painful for

I was not in love with her. However, I would

me?” I ask in

avoiding looking at her body all this time. I told myself that I did it because of her, I did not want to make her feel uncomfortable, but

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

it was not love. And if it wasn’t love, I didn’t deserve to put my hands on her. She deserved

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

know what the f**k to

do things like keep all her pictures with you or have a picture of her in your wallet. 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 do nothing about it. I’ve never felt this way before. I’d never known what it meant to love a man or even like him before I met you. I believe it started as a crush. Since the first day I saw you, even when Anya was alive, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Everything intensified after the night you kissed me while thinking I was Anya. And it’s only skyrocketed since

eyes widen as I felt my heart

of s**t. All this time, Willow has been in pain because of my actions, and I’ve done nothing but