The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 210

Book 3 Chapter 46

~WILLOW~

“Okay,” I mumble as I pull away from him.

I angrily got onto the bed and pulled the sheets over me. “I’ll forget everything that happened between us tonight. I’ll make a mental note to pretend everything was just a dream. You can sleep peacefully, knowing that things are back to normal between us.”

I’m unsure if he can sense the tone of my voice, but he doesn’t bother trying to argue with me again.

Instead, he walks into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.

I’m angry. Very angry.

Why did his words upset me this much? It’s not like I expected things to change between the two of us magically. I knew he didn’t love me.

But still, his mouth was on parts of my body tonight that would stick with me for the rest of my life. Those memories were not going anywhere, and even though Dante wanted me to forget them, I couldn’t grant his wish.

When Dante returns from the bathroom, he looks miserable. Something is bothering him, I can tell.

His hair was dripping wet, and it was leaking onto his body. He didn’t come out with a towel this time; instead, he was already wearing pants. It’s almost like he didn’t trust me around him.

Dante catches me staring at his chest, and he pauses for a few seconds. I could feel the tension between us intensify in those couple of seconds.

I watch as he swallows hard before joining me on the bed.

There’s nothing left to be said between the both of us.

felt like something was missing. Something that

still can’t do for you, Willow, but I’m willing to try and make things easier for you. I can’t destroy the pictures of Anya, but I can move them to somewhere you won’t ever have to

inhale deeply, “You don’t get it, do you,

anything about me at

“Get what?” he inquires.

and I can’t

I want you to move them of your own free will. I want you to care about my feelings enough that you do it without me asking. If you take the pictures of my sister and move them to another location, then that doesn’t do anything at all for me. I’ll still know that you have them; I’ll still know that you’re finding time out of your day to look at them.” I explain in the best way

surprised every time I explain how much it bothers

thinks that my love was fake,

at Atticus; it mirrored the way I looked at Dante. I knew she loved

stared in a mirror and thought of my husband, I had the same expression as they did

I’ve said, it’s hard for me to move on from your sister. I know this is the last thing you want to hear me say, but I don’t know how to explain why I can’t

Dante.” I remind him. “Would you be okay with me keeping pictures of one of your brothers? What if I was in love with Griffin and kept pictures of him with me? How

when a low grow tore from his

f*****g say something like that

think even I would have handled that better than you. Oh

and I

I snap. “I’m going I

Or never.

to do this for me on